disassembling: (WS - srs busnis)
тнє ωιηтєя ѕσℓ∂ιєя ([personal profile] disassembling) wrote in [personal profile] comesfrompain 2017-03-28 04:29 am (UTC)

[It should have been obvious that leaving the bed would wake Rumlow sooner than later. His lover might have been exhausted, but the man was a trained soldier and likely to pick up on details such as his absence. At the time, it hadn't mattered as he thought he would only step away for a few second to calm down, get his blood pumping and his head clear so that he could return to how wonderful sleeping next to each other again was.

His eyes snapped open when the light to the bathroom suddenly flicked on, looking sharply to the source and freezing as he viewed Rumlow filling the doorway. His pupils constricted from the light, but he was completely aware of Rumlow entering the bathroom. Almost as much as he was aware of the fact that he was holding his breath and unable to even consider explaining away what the scene looked like.

He exhaled sharply at the warm hand settling on his shoulder, dropping both of his hands back down to his sides. He didn't let go of the knife, but neither did he pay attention to the slow ooze of blood down his elbow either. It was obvious what this looked like; Rumlow hadn't been born yesterday.]


Sorry... I just... [He shook his head, turning to regard his reflection in the mirror.] There's a lot in my head. I needed something to get out of it. Order in pain, right?

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