BLOOD ON MY NAME | open + injury

[Suiteheart]

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As she worked and worked and worked, trying to find a fucking injury, she came to realize there was nothing. Suiteheart ripped the bandage off marigold and gauze off of his side, pressing a paw there in its place. She expected to find a wound, but there was absolutely nothing. She narrowed her eyes just slightly. She was glad he was okay, but she was peeved he hadn't explained that not an ounce of this was his sooner. "Bast, what the -"

His bloody paw easily reached her neck as she had been bent over him. The crimson of the blood left an easily identifiable mark on her. The red stood out so brightly against the white, so there was no need in pretending it hadn't happened. "I hate you." Her voice was filled with amusement, however. Damn, he played her like a fucking fiddle.

Her eyes fell to Marg as he explained it was only bird blood. Confusion painted her snowy features for a fraction of a second, and Suiteheart couldn't help but wonder if now, Margaery could consume all types of blood. Then again, maybe it was just the simple sight of the red substance that caused her to react. Her wife was obviously starving. Surely, in that case, it was better to see it and act than to do nothing at all.
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