Icerex
Lord of the North
Octavian~
"It's alright. Please, let me." Octavian reached out and cupped Nikes hand, removing the glass held in it with the other. He uncurled her fingers and examined the wound, bright ruby drops of blood continuing to fall down to the floor, mixing like ink with the spilled alcohol.
"It doesn't look too bad, a clean cut. Here." Octavian reached behind him and took something from his back pocket with one hand, the other still holding Nikes hurt one. He brought the object around and pressed it to Nikes finger above the cut. it hissed, growing warm and seemed to melt into her finger over the cut, the pink ragged edges of the skin writhing as they melded together, closing the wound with only a small pink line remaining.
"There, that should do it." Octavian looked up, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He paused and studied Nikes face, merely inches away. It was a nice face, sharp and angular, with warm eyes.
His grip tightened on her hand and he leaned over, one hand curving up and around her neck as he pressed his lips to hers.
Octavian pulled back with a groan, mind fuzzy with a maelstrom of emotions. "I- I'm sorry, I just had to do that, at least once...." He started to slip his hand from Nike's, legs moving to stand up and take him somewhere else.
"It's alright. Please, let me." Octavian reached out and cupped Nikes hand, removing the glass held in it with the other. He uncurled her fingers and examined the wound, bright ruby drops of blood continuing to fall down to the floor, mixing like ink with the spilled alcohol.
"It doesn't look too bad, a clean cut. Here." Octavian reached behind him and took something from his back pocket with one hand, the other still holding Nikes hurt one. He brought the object around and pressed it to Nikes finger above the cut. it hissed, growing warm and seemed to melt into her finger over the cut, the pink ragged edges of the skin writhing as they melded together, closing the wound with only a small pink line remaining.
"There, that should do it." Octavian looked up, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He paused and studied Nikes face, merely inches away. It was a nice face, sharp and angular, with warm eyes.
His grip tightened on her hand and he leaned over, one hand curving up and around her neck as he pressed his lips to hers.
Octavian pulled back with a groan, mind fuzzy with a maelstrom of emotions. "I- I'm sorry, I just had to do that, at least once...." He started to slip his hand from Nike's, legs moving to stand up and take him somewhere else.