ׁ ៹ 𝚖𝚞͟𝚝͟𝚊͟𝚗͟𝚝 ׅ ੭

feline eyes flick upward toward her, a scowl already etched into his features — unflinching despite the sharp pull of the split along his lip. his hand, rough and unceremonious, snaps forward to seize the offered rag, dragging it &.

he spits out a mouthful of blood, the metallic taste lingering bitterly on his tongue after the blow from the gun’s butt. his jaw aches, sharp and pulsing, as he rolls it slightly, testing the damage.