[ And he tosses his shirt away. These days, he doesn't look like he went a few rounds with a speeding locomotive and lost. He's healed far faster than he had any right to, but the wounds are still tender, still like to shriek at him – as if he needs the reminder to stay the hell away from any more silver bullets. ]
no subject
The wolf mauled you to hell and back.
[ And he tosses his shirt away. These days, he doesn't look like he went a few rounds with a speeding locomotive and lost. He's healed far faster than he had any right to, but the wounds are still tender, still like to shriek at him – as if he needs the reminder to stay the hell away from any more silver bullets. ]
You were practically missin' half your flesh.