[ falco’s brows go stern and his frown grim— he had responsibility to see this through, now. he couldn’t just be falco, luz’s friend. he had to be the too young trainee put through his first test. he had no full vials of vileblood mix, only about three bottled base liquids to help with other things— like vasoconstriction, and scarring.
falco pulls fern’s gifted blade from his belt in a gradual, slow moving motion. once luz’s hand is pressed on her own shoulder for him, his hand hugs the blades body, squeezes and swiftly tugs down with less than a wince. vilebloods feel little pain to begin with— with falco so ready to harm himself as if it were routine made it all the more easier.
squeezing his palm as the stream of green and red slide down the bottom of his palm, he readies an opened vial and squeezes for the blood to bead into it. ]
Stay with me. You’ll be okay. [ luz isn’t the only one he’s saying that to— his ears need to hear it for themselves, too. breathe. stay here. stay in the present, stay in reality. he’ll be okay. luz will be. with a steadying, sharper inhale, falco puts his diligence and true virtue to work. mixing the vial with a shaking, circular motion, he begins dripping the contents over the edges of the wound, firstly. luz should feel a prickling numbness beginning to spread through what was once pain. it also smells like flowers and camomile. ] . . . What’s a carajo?
cw: self harm
falco pulls fern’s gifted blade from his belt in a gradual, slow moving motion. once luz’s hand is pressed on her own shoulder for him, his hand hugs the blades body, squeezes and swiftly tugs down with less than a wince. vilebloods feel little pain to begin with— with falco so ready to harm himself as if it were routine made it all the more easier.
squeezing his palm as the stream of green and red slide down the bottom of his palm, he readies an opened vial and squeezes for the blood to bead into it. ]
Stay with me. You’ll be okay. [ luz isn’t the only one he’s saying that to— his ears need to hear it for themselves, too. breathe. stay here. stay in the present, stay in reality. he’ll be okay. luz will be. with a steadying, sharper inhale, falco puts his diligence and true virtue to work. mixing the vial with a shaking, circular motion, he begins dripping the contents over the edges of the wound, firstly. luz should feel a prickling numbness beginning to spread through what was once pain. it also smells like flowers and camomile. ] . . . What’s a carajo?