Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.
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Written by Andy.
blog est. Nov 2013
Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)
Formerly strigoxica.
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|| { † } She’d be fine, of course. Though it was difficult to bear that in mind when her brain was already preoccupied with the searing pain of her chest being lacerated. Of all places to strike, he’d chosen that one…
Homura grunted a strained choke as she heaved herself up, her weight falling onto his much to her own disdain. A hand was still tightly pressed to her front, the blood seeping through the material of her clothes. While she was certain she’d get through it, it had still been a rather vicious and painful attack.
He hadn’t meant it, and definitely hadn’t meant to kill. It was her own fault for encouraging a demon, of course. What did she expect? To win whilst weaker and sans a weapon?
❝ A bandage …would be nice. Thank
you. Ugh – How did I not anticipate
something like this, is the question… ❞
The girl stumbled over to a nearby wall, leaning against that rather than the demon. Homura pulled up a chair and nonchalantly began to remove her top and place it to the side, slowly unbuttoning her shirt until her chest was almost bare and she could examine the wound in detail.
It looked worse than she’d thought, but she’d been through worse. He’d almost hit the scar, but to her relief it mostly hadn’t been touched. Screwing her shirt up into a thick ball, she clasped the fabric to the open gash in attempt to stop the bleeding while waiting for a decent bandage.
Thankfully, Clive had backed off after making that move, well aware that he may have crossed a line. Granted, she’d be...