Bandages [Closed/Active]
Characters: Tamahome, Michael
Content: Tamahome wanders back looking a bit like something the cat vampire dragged in.
Setting: Carpenter's household
Time: early morning, after his run-in with Nakago
Warnings: um, shirtless Tamahome?
It was still early when Tamahome tip-toed into the Carpenter's household after being forced by a rather obnoxious vampire to wait out the night in a crumbling chapel in the ruins. His clothes were covered in grime and a smear of dirt was on his cheek. The sleeve of his right arm was torn higher up and the edges of the red garment shone a slightly darker color.
The Chinese boy refrained from turning on any lights, looking around the kitchen quiet as a mouse, hoping not to wake anyone. If he could, he'd prefer to settle in for an hour or two of actual sleep after bandaging his wound with no one the wise. Stripping off his tunic, he ran the water as quietly as he could, dabbing at the scraped-up arm with a hushed hiss of pain.
Content: Tamahome wanders back looking a bit like something the cat vampire dragged in.
Setting: Carpenter's household
Time: early morning, after his run-in with Nakago
Warnings: um, shirtless Tamahome?
It was still early when Tamahome tip-toed into the Carpenter's household after being forced by a rather obnoxious vampire to wait out the night in a crumbling chapel in the ruins. His clothes were covered in grime and a smear of dirt was on his cheek. The sleeve of his right arm was torn higher up and the edges of the red garment shone a slightly darker color.
The Chinese boy refrained from turning on any lights, looking around the kitchen quiet as a mouse, hoping not to wake anyone. If he could, he'd prefer to settle in for an hour or two of actual sleep after bandaging his wound with no one the wise. Stripping off his tunic, he ran the water as quietly as he could, dabbing at the scraped-up arm with a hushed hiss of pain.