the witch glared at the other, skin all pale and white teeth pulling at her lower lip to prevent herself from sulking. she was covered in so much blood, which wasn’t even her own.
❛ … i’m not okay ! ❜
capable of slinging a number of idiotic questions towards other people without so much as batting an eye, quill consciously decides to refrain from acting on impulse. maybe she’d been expecting him to ask that question, but the answer is obvious from a simple glance. instead of attempting to coddle her like a child, peter instead chooses to be upfront with her. directly confront the issue at hand & seek out a way to get her mind off whatever this was.
“ yeah. guessed as much. i’m actually glad you aren’t, because that much blood? you’d have to be a psychopath to be all fine & dandy. so whose is it? “
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