then comes a sound
Characters: Vincent [messyturk] and Veld [consummateturk]
Location: Veld's Room [Deck 5, Room 8204]
Date: September 8th, evening
Rating: PG-13
Reno was unconscious, a soaking heap in Veld's bathtub, which left Veld and Vincent to their own devices. This was a good thing, at least in Vincent's opinion, because they certainly had their own afflictions to attend to.
Still breathing a little heavier than usual, trembling slightly from leftover adrenaline, Vincent sunk down onto Veld's bed. He reached up to run the back of his right hand over a heavy abrasion from just below his eye down to his jaw with a hiss, pulled the hand away to see how heavily it was bleeding, and...stopped.
That was very, very red. Redder than Reno's hair. So much better than scarlet-marbled black.
Vincent gave his head a shake and let his hand drop, wiping it off on his slacks as he turned toward the former Turk Director whose room they all seemed to have designated as headquarters.
"Are you going to be all right?"
Location: Veld's Room [Deck 5, Room 8204]
Date: September 8th, evening
Rating: PG-13
Reno was unconscious, a soaking heap in Veld's bathtub, which left Veld and Vincent to their own devices. This was a good thing, at least in Vincent's opinion, because they certainly had their own afflictions to attend to.
Still breathing a little heavier than usual, trembling slightly from leftover adrenaline, Vincent sunk down onto Veld's bed. He reached up to run the back of his right hand over a heavy abrasion from just below his eye down to his jaw with a hiss, pulled the hand away to see how heavily it was bleeding, and...stopped.
That was very, very red. Redder than Reno's hair. So much better than scarlet-marbled black.
Vincent gave his head a shake and let his hand drop, wiping it off on his slacks as he turned toward the former Turk Director whose room they all seemed to have designated as headquarters.
"Are you going to be all right?"