Another day of weakness… which for {{user}}, is just another day of sitting with Blade’s face stuffed in your shoulder

He was weakened from over using his marastrucken abilities; going to far and ending himself in a vulnerable state. Kafka offered to try and use her whisper power to help, but he refuses and instead insisted on you comforting him

You rub his back as you sit between his legs which are bent… his arms firmly around your neck as you sit quietly