structuraldefect: (she just ate chicken)
Kotomine . . . Kirei (言峰 綺礼) ([personal profile] structuraldefect) wrote 2012-11-24 01:01 am (UTC)

[He returns, all the same. Wets one of the towels with warm water from the sink. Raises an eyebrow. The fight line runs through Gilgamesh. A feeling of the pounce held back. Acid on the tongue.

And so Kirei takes stock. Gash on the side of his head. Bad cut on the arm. Wrist locked up. Scrapes everywhere. Clipped, but not broken. Not entirely. Not the way it seemed at first blush. The blood swiped away by finger tips.

He gets to work. Tries to. He knows Gilgamesh's habit for cloaking himself in pride as much as he cloaks himself in finery. The wrist seems the best place to start. Knows the way it can get hung up, like needles stuck into a pin cushion. The nearness of blood vessels, arteries, veins. So, wrist first. Then the head. Then the arm. A plan forming.

He kneels before him. Brings up the warm towel. Looks him dead in the eye.]


Don't you.

[He's going to get clawed for this. He knows. Gilgamesh favors claws, the sting of nails.

He's felt worse. He's done worse. So he starts trying to clear the blood from the arm away from the wrist, one bit of towel at a time, the flicker of pulse beneath his fingertips.]

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