"It wasn't even a dangerous hunt," Yukio says quietly, still blinking away the wetness in his eyes, trying his best to focus instead on the warmth in his stomach, but it's a dull sensation compared to the rest. "A rot demon is slow. I could have chipped gradually away from a distance, but... I got impatient. I wanted to get it finished and done with."
His eyes are wide and his breath paused as Dean pierces the first blister, his shoulders shuddering and a whimper falling behind the heavy bite of his lip as Yukio doubles forward, blood and pus leaking out over his fingers, smelling burnt and acrid from the effect of the holy water.
"I'm sure," he adds on a gasp, "that you have plenty of your own work to tend to."
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Date: 2014-02-21 06:34 am (UTC)His eyes are wide and his breath paused as Dean pierces the first blister, his shoulders shuddering and a whimper falling behind the heavy bite of his lip as Yukio doubles forward, blood and pus leaking out over his fingers, smelling burnt and acrid from the effect of the holy water.
"I'm sure," he adds on a gasp, "that you have plenty of your own work to tend to."