@maneye
nay? have the angels not wrought enough ruin? must another petition be carried unto the house of el, before the heavens remember mercy?
&. now, whilst i read and excavate the history of atlantis. drop things, preferably tense or magic related.
you don’t understand and you never will, so please, just shut up.
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you are tired. too tired. rest a while.
slow down, I said!
give it up. please, vuk. this matter will only deepen the wounds we bear.
you cannot walk among shadows and call it home.
you’re hurt. let me \see\ it.
⠀ID: ⟮ @maneye ⟯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀┈┈┈─ *the frustration is quiet, but it slips through despite her efforts to keep it to herself. she watches him for a long moment. the broad line of his shoulders. the set of his jaw. he looks composed, almost untouched by everything, but she can see how tired he is. it isn’t written across his face. it shows in the way he holds himself. hugging the chart against her chest, miri lowers her voice.* can you stay in and watch rowan for me tonight? i don’t think i’ll be finished until much later. mandy’s out, and nobody’s been able to cover her shift in the emergency room. jackson won’t be in until around six, so i told macy i’d stay through the evening. i can probably cover until midnight if i have to. *her brows draw together. despite the sharp words they throw at each other, she trusts him. levkó is \difficult,\ and most days he tests every ounce of her patience. but she has seen the parts of him other people overlook. she caught it earlier, in the way his expression changed after his own words left his mouth. regret didn’t come easily to him, but when it does, it never lasts for only a second.* please, Lev. / most scrumptious, jaw dropping, thrilling, DOPE, obsessive, dndndndndnnddn and delicious name ever. im in love with it, /LEVKÓ/
⠀ID: ⟮ @maneye ⟯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀┈┈┈─ *she finishes the last stitch and trims the suture with a pair of sterile scissors. after checking that the wound edges sit neatly together, she sets the needle holder back onto the rolling tray with a quiet clink. a cotton pad is dampened with antiseptic, and she gently cleans away the thin beads of blood around the fresh stitches before waiting a moment for it to dry. only then does she place a sterile nonstick dressing over his palm, wrapping it carefully with fresh gauze before securing it with medical tape.* what boyfriend? *miri shoots him a glare. her jaw tightens. for one reckless moment, she almost feels like undoing every stitch she has painstakingly put into his hand, but the thought passes as quickly as it comes. she still cannot understand how his tolerance for pain is so unnervingly high. then again.. this is levkó.* right.. *the word slips beneath her breath. she smooths the last edge of the bandage, making certain it is snug enough to protect the wound without restricting the movement of his fingers. after stripping off her gloves, she gathers the bloodied gauze, discarded wrappers, and used instruments, placing everything into its proper containers before carrying the tray away. when she returns, a glass of water rests in one hand, a dose of pain medication in the other. tucked under her arm is his patient chart. she flips it open, jotting down the time of treatment, the location of the laceration, and the number of sutures she placed before lifting her gaze back to him.* one of these days, you’re going to regret the things that come out of your mouth. and when that day comes, i won’t even be here to hear your apology.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ BETWEEN THE WATCHFUL EYES AND WAYWARD GLANCES, HE REMAINED SILENT. there were eyes upon them. whispers too. the sharp scent of alcohol wipes hung in the air, acrid enough to sting the back of his throat, though not a single feature betrayed it. levkó cast one deadpan look toward the row of waiting patients, most of whom had been far too occupied watching miri instead of minding their own business. the moment his gaze met theirs, they looked away as though a wolf had fixed its sights on them. he knew he’d hear about it later. for now, he let it go, lowering his attention back to his palm. the stitches were nearly finished. numbness had settled through his hand, dulling what had once been a sharp, burning ache. when she paused midway through tying the final knot, he offered neither the reaction nor the answer she seemed to be searching for.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“askin’ about it won’t bring the pain back,” levkó murmured. “i’m not your weak boyfriend.” the remark came out sharper than he’d intended. his jaw tightened the instant it left his mouth. after a long beat, he exhaled through his nose. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀“i.. didn’t mean it.”
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/ mhm, smexy theme