anexira.

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           — stop being so stubborn, and let me heal you. 

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For magick to be wasted upon her flesh; an ultimate sin, an affront to the Originals themselves — but Imsine was a Blessed, and thus a vessel of their Will — was it truly honest to Them if she were to deny their vessel, the embodiment of their Divinity and Purpose?

Silver eyne flicker to the side, fraught with indecision, afore she finally concedes, revealing the worst of the wound to her Companion. ( Internally she cries, to have hidden such a grievous wound, now sticky with cruor and dark with age, frayed muscle shows through shredded clothing. How frightfully embarrassing. )





THEME.