Bruises
An angsty season 6 drabble for this month's prompts.
Setting: season 6, post-Dead Things, pre-As You Were
Rating: PG
For the prompt: Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
She doesn't usually stay longer than it takes, but this time she jerks awake to guttering candles making devil-shapes on the crypt ceiling.
He's asleep, arm across her body. Doesn't even stir when she slides out from under. The dim light gouges deep hollows in his face. One eye is sunk in a pit of gloom, as if...
She draws in a breath. Those aren't hollows. They're bruises.
At once, she can feel bone smashing under her fist again. "Put it all on me." The gasped words, sounding almost...gleeful.
There are devils here all right. She's one of them.
Setting: season 6, post-Dead Things, pre-As You Were
Rating: PG
For the prompt: Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
She doesn't usually stay longer than it takes, but this time she jerks awake to guttering candles making devil-shapes on the crypt ceiling.
He's asleep, arm across her body. Doesn't even stir when she slides out from under. The dim light gouges deep hollows in his face. One eye is sunk in a pit of gloom, as if...
She draws in a breath. Those aren't hollows. They're bruises.
At once, she can feel bone smashing under her fist again. "Put it all on me." The gasped words, sounding almost...gleeful.
There are devils here all right. She's one of them.