❛open your eyes❜
— ;; continued w/ (@uxdying) from here.
a smile took to her lips as the man regained his conscious.
❛ don’t move too much — ❜ she bid. her hands lied behind his
head to prevent any additional bashes with the frore ground. he
had quite the washout. ❛ I understand you’re hard-headed but it
doesn’t make this inevitable. ❜ now wasn’t the most appropriate
time to laugh after tryndamere nearly provoked a heart attack.
although being a barbarous man who she loathed his pugnacious
view for, she’d always care for his general being
— especially as
his queen.
H e r laugh was sweet though it made his head pound. He groaned in pain as it throbbed like a heart beat.
“Who was the unlucky bastard that did this to me?”
He hated this type of pain. There was nothing to cure it, he just writhed in the piercing sounds around him. “I want to bash the fucker’s head in until he stops moving.”
Tryndamere should stop being so graphic around Ashe. She was his flower. Yet he was angry about it all. His head injury, Aatrox appearing in his dream; he just wants to fight.
“Forgive me, Ashe.”
Forgive all I am.