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May. 7th, 2009 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsRuin sat as still as he could while Skill tsked. The needle hurt like fuck as Skill sewed up his shoulder. He couldn't breathe, either, his nose was so swollen.
His ribs ached, his stomach was mottled with deep bruising, and his cheek felt like it was on fire.
And, goddamn, his shoulder hurt!
Skill sighed, cut the thread, and stood back, admiring her work.
"Boy, you get in more scuffles than most a fraction of your age in the schoolyard."
Ruin snorted -- as well as he could, and the sound came nowhere near what he'd intended it to be -- and wiped his shirt over the last of the bleeding from shoulder. "Yeah, so you keep saying," he muttered.
His ribs ached, his stomach was mottled with deep bruising, and his cheek felt like it was on fire.
And, goddamn, his shoulder hurt!
Skill sighed, cut the thread, and stood back, admiring her work.
"Boy, you get in more scuffles than most a fraction of your age in the schoolyard."
Ruin snorted -- as well as he could, and the sound came nowhere near what he'd intended it to be -- and wiped his shirt over the last of the bleeding from shoulder. "Yeah, so you keep saying," he muttered.
