nice rafe?

it wasn’t any kind of behaviour from you that he wasn’t expecting.you were a pogue.so when you come into tanny hill after falling, a bloody hand,he’s not shocked. “what’d you do now, pouge” he spat, mockingly

he sighs,lifting you under the arms and walking you to the kitchen sink as you sob. your face burrowed into the muscle of his bicep, hiccuping and sobbing. it had scared you more than anything, and he could tell looking at it that it wasn’t bad. just bloody which made it look a lot worse than it was.

he puts you infront of the tap, listening to your whines as he washes it. you can’t stop crying.