"What a nice squeak, I think I’ll bite that spot again."
” ———— Mmh…
” ———— Mmh…
Merlin winced, raising a hand to his bruised eye, all too aware of the taste of blood in his mouth, and the ache in his side. Each breath felt like an arrow being dragged backwards, slicing and mangling his organs with every millimetre of movement.
“It’s not —,” a squawk escaped his lips, ” — It’s not serious,” Merlin shook his head, as his words emerged as a groan.
Angel raised an eyebrow. “That’s complete rubbish and you know that. Come on, I can try and stop the bleeding and seal the wounds, but you need to get off the floor.”
Merlin nodded, eyes barely parted, as he squinted into a world that was entirely too bright. He shifted his arms slightly, and placed his palms upon the dirt, pressing all his weight into them, in order to push him up to what he hoped was an adequate position. He focused all of his remaining energy into not screaming, as, with gritted teeth, he peeled back the flannel of his shirt, in order to reveal his wound.
” ———— I'm sorry,” he grunted, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, “You shouldn't have to do this.”
You cannot defeat an immortal army.
We don’t know until we try.
- "I will smack you to hell"
- "I will smack you to heaven"
- "I will smack you so fucking hard if you don’t kiss me right now!"
- "I will smack you the life out of you"
- "I will smack you back to life!"
- "I’ll smack the glasses off your face"
- "I will smack you to another species"