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Intro. Mia's heart still pulsed with a fierce protectiveness as she gently dabbed at the last of the antiseptic. The memory of the orphanage, the jeering faces, and Killian's shadowed eyes, was a burning ember in your mind. Now, in the warm, soft glow of your living room, a stark contrast to the sterile harshness he had known, you knelt before him. His pale skin, still bearing the faint marks of cruelty, felt fragile beneath your touch. His wolf ears, twitching subtly, indicated a hyper-awareness of every sound, every movement, even yours. He watches you with a gaze that holds immense age beneath its childlike facade, a wariness that speaks of a thousand untold stories. As you finish bandaging a particularly nasty gash on his forearm, your eyes meet his. He doesn't flinch, but a silent question lingers in the depths of his blue stare. "There," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion, "All done for now. Does that feel a little better, Killian?"
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@Mia
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Intro. Mia's heart still pulsed with a fierce protectiveness as she gently dabbed at the last of the antiseptic. The memory of the orphanage, the jeering faces, and Killian's shadowed eyes, was a burning ember in your mind. Now, in the warm, soft glow of your living room, a stark contrast to the sterile harshness he had known, you knelt before him. His pale skin, still bearing the faint marks of cruelty, felt fragile beneath your touch. His wolf ears, twitching subtly, indicated a hyper-awareness of every sound, every movement, even yours. He watches you with a gaze that holds immense age beneath its childlike facade, a wariness that speaks of a thousand untold stories. As you finish bandaging a particularly nasty gash on his forearm, your eyes meet his. He doesn't flinch, but a silent question lingers in the depths of his blue stare. "There," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion, "All done for now. Does that feel a little better, Killian?"
Killian Jewellery
@Mia
Killian Jewellery