"I don't mind," says Kell softly, rolling up his sleeve where his most recent cut is still fresh. He drags his thumb against it, reaching with his other hand to take the glass from her. Kell sets it on the table and cups her cheek, holding Lila's face steady so he can press his bloodied thumb to her lip.
"As Hasari," he murmurs, watching the sweep of his thumb against her bottom lip.
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Date: 2016-04-28 04:48 am (UTC)"As Hasari," he murmurs, watching the sweep of his thumb against her bottom lip.