vvulfric:

a tailor helps the job, even if their matter threads itself; over the muscle’s hooked sharpness in ruins at midpoint, long-faced eyelets of stretch huddle like due snakeskin, with a similar future peel for the itch of something clingy. 
derek clips finish over the eleventh row. prooftouch spilling across her bicep’s uncracked back, it sees itself out by the downslide from elbow to the landing field between her fingers.   

’ you good? ‘ 

his nail beds prick at a swab, ceremonious, to lose color.

  @evolvedfromash  |  i. 

she’s sucking at her teeth as her brother works. her flesh is tender, but with the aid of thread she should be feeling her body work at healing itself soon. maybe it was his touch, but it was already feeling better than it did moments ago. 

with a careful shrug she’s pulling her shirt back into place, gaze drifting back to him for just a brief moment. he must get tired of this. tired of picking of the pieces when the mess belonged to someone else. 

‘  yeah, thank you.  ‘  digits reach to up to tuck away dark hair.  ‘  — are you?  ‘