Fingers grazed the bone of his jawline, careful in their touch. Warm, pallid hand paled with contrast to light skin, devoid of healthy colour. Petite, she lay comfortably in his lap and tightening grip, bundled in thin cloths of greys and whites and blacks. The female's fingers lingered, warming his cheeks to feverish temperatures—no, he was blushing—as he pressed thin lips to her knuckles, lightly, in soft appreciation.
"I'll stay with you, you'll stay with me. I'll steal a better house. I'll stop drinking. I'll stop killing." Eyes a dark, ink blue watered faintly, the still tears almost a glassy dome to his eyes. His fingers pressed against her forehead, warm and sweating, and he drew. A piercing pain jolted through his head, the headache then diminished to a slight discomfort. Nose burning faintly from the sharp, piercing sensation, he inhaled a deep breath of wine and flowers, the latter holding the femininity of the ill female.
"If you just hold on, I'll get you a doctor, and I'll make sure you don't hurt." Fingers found the female's thin waist, gently resting on her covered stomach and drew just in case he could heal sickness, but leaving him without the stinging of newly gained pain and tingling, cool fingers. "I'll get you better, don't worry. Just don't leave me, Kitten. Never."
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❝Born to blossom, bloom to Perish.❞