#mooneternyl : faolan mackenzie.

[realitybled]

“you’re bleeding, mate.” for rafe!

brows knit together as eyes slowly drift downwards to the edge of his shirt that’s untucked itself from his belt. he pushes up the shirt further to reveal the slash just above his hip bone, oozing deep red over his fingers. one of them had nicked him just in the right spot to miss the extra layer of protective gear worn underneath on every hunt. clever, or more likely, a spot of luck. rafe grunts as he steps forward, now all too aware of the inflammation gathering at his side. it will heal with ease but the immediate discomfort is enough to sour his mood further from the pits it was already in. ❝   no doubt thanks to one of your friends.   ❞ his shoulder shoves into kenzi’s to pass her, enough force that it is not an accidental maneuver. that’s the closest to a thank you she will get.