[sweat trickles down his cheek and along his jawline as he steps back, watching the shift and squirm of the seizing patient he's anchored to the bed (as if they only deserved coffins after they've been reborn, and what a sweet one it is)]
[the piping-hot bowl of water he'd sat aside while the newcomer had been sleeping has cooled off enough to be usable, first pouring cups worth of warmth along the skin -- softening it, making it easier to piece through -- and then dragging a rag from the spine-notches in his neck to his tailbone; he is pitiless but not wholly unhelpful]
[for a second bit of "good nature", his hands grabs up the redhead's jaw when he screams and a swath of leather finds itself into his mouth -- is this meant to be a bit or a gag?]
Be quiet. [well.]
[his eyes can't help but be drawn to the cross on his extended, strained arm, the only splotch of darkness in all this white fabric and pale skin -- ]
[at least, until they drop downward to watch wings begin to rupture... will this ever get old?]
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[the piping-hot bowl of water he'd sat aside while the newcomer had been sleeping has cooled off enough to be usable, first pouring cups worth of warmth along the skin -- softening it, making it easier to piece through -- and then dragging a rag from the spine-notches in his neck to his tailbone; he is pitiless but not wholly unhelpful]
[for a second bit of "good nature", his hands grabs up the redhead's jaw when he screams and a swath of leather finds itself into his mouth -- is this meant to be a bit or a gag?]
Be quiet. [well.]
[his eyes can't help but be drawn to the cross on his extended, strained arm, the only splotch of darkness in all this white fabric and pale skin -- ]
[at least, until they drop downward to watch wings begin to rupture... will this ever get old?]