[ There's a bandaged-up gash on Terry's right arm; a quick and easy way to relieve the pain. It was such an impulsive choice that he completely forgot it would come out so ugly and green and putrid. Rotten. Like him.
The sight of his own blood hasn't bothered him in almost fifty years. He hates this place for giving him a reason to be squeamish again.
That more than anything drives him to Lumenwood, but it's easier to show up than it is to actually ask for help. ]
Thank you, but - it's fine.
[ It isn't fine, and saying it is makes whatever pain he'd relieved with that wound come back and then some. He can handle pain, he doesn't even mind it really, but there's something about this that makes him clutch at his chest.
It's like something's trying to get out, and god, he doesn't want to let it. Though he regretting wounding himself once the pain died down, now that it's back he remembers why he'd rather bleed. ]
Actually, do you have a knife? Or...or anything sharp.
3, cw: self mutilation
The sight of his own blood hasn't bothered him in almost fifty years. He hates this place for giving him a reason to be squeamish again.
That more than anything drives him to Lumenwood, but it's easier to show up than it is to actually ask for help. ]
Thank you, but - it's fine.
[ It isn't fine, and saying it is makes whatever pain he'd relieved with that wound come back and then some. He can handle pain, he doesn't even mind it really, but there's something about this that makes him clutch at his chest.
It's like something's trying to get out, and god, he doesn't want to let it. Though he regretting wounding himself once the pain died down, now that it's back he remembers why he'd rather bleed. ]
Actually, do you have a knife? Or...or anything sharp.