http://birdmetaphor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] birdmetaphor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] uisgeannan 2011-09-04 01:06 am (UTC)

He laughs. The blood is peeled back away with a casual tilt of his wrist and returns to his body just the same way it got out in the first place. He waits for his finger to inevitably stitch itself up (very clean and neatly done) as her blood settles itself and moves back into a normal flow.

Her skin feels smooth when he runs his hand over it, not a scratch. He counts two vertebrae under his fingers before he removes his hand, wrapping his arm lazily around her shoulder (since she's so inclined to stick close, now).

"Not for lack of trying, though. You were pretty rough." He smiles, not finding his a bad thing in the least, "If anything, I'm just lucky I heal so fast."

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