patch you up

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 Patch You Upshipping meme

Let's hope you're not squeamish. Even if you are, you're going to have to power through it, because your crush, significant other, lover, or fellow practitioner in romantic tension has been battered and bruised. The degree of severity, from a minor scrape to a life-threatening injury, can vary, as can the reason - they may even be hurt because of you. If that's the case, you have all the more reason to tend to their wounds with your own two hands.

No one can take care of them like you can.

Bust out the bandages, even if they don't want you to worry over them or can't believe that anyone would. Though it's not your intention, if you're genre savvy, you may know that your best Florence Nightingale may be the final push if you're not together-together.

That's assuming if you both don't pass out from botched first aide before any of that happens. Don't forget that a kiss to make it better is critical!

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u know who i want

[tougher]

[It was only a matter of time before Fiona slipped up. She's nowhere near close to perfect and, while she likes to think herself a great con-artist, she has plenty of moral hang-ups that she ought not to have that get her cornered at the worst of times. But the only way out was up, and the only way up was family politics.

Family politics involved a lot of...contact sports. Guns, knives, fists. At the end of the day, Fiona isn't a killer -- not really. She's totally capable of it, but its never her default and only a last resort.

So its become more common to see less and less of her, sometimes for days after she's been in a rough scuffle. She's not one for being fawned over or pampered, and the sting of injury often reminds her that she's still mortal. No matter how many times she might scrape away by the skin of her teeth, death could always be just a misstep away.

Tonight, its late when she's opted to return to Lilith's Crossing -- its done purposefully to make it less likely that she might run into someone on the long trek back to her room. She's nursing something at her side, but thanks to her attire, it makes it difficult to see exactly what the problem is.

But, as usual, tight body posture would give her away.]

[infligere]

[He could count on one hand the number of people that he had enough regard for to help him out, and only one of those jerks had the possibility of being available at this point in time. He had no want or need to be coddled, and he would have honestly done it himself in the isolation of the bathtub if the injuries hadn't been in such hard to reach places.

Just his damn luck, that.

There weren't many knife fights that he lost, and this certainly wasn't one of them either. However, the guy in question had been good enough where they had exchanged a few strikes before he had gained the upper hand and picked out vital organs one at a time. It was all messy work, even when he seated himself in the bathroom so as not to bleed too much all over the nice enough furniture in the place. Plus it was cooler here, and his injuries felt much too hot at this point.

Whatever, it could be worse. He could be laying in the streets dead and not here in the relative safety of his current location.]