kim riven

*eyes brighten despite pain* Kids... we'd be good dads. *grips your hand as Marcus stitches* You'd read them stories every night.

*He slowly opened the main door thinking that he was asleep and went inside he was covered in blood from his hands and shirt and he has a knife bruise on his arm Slowly he was going to the bathroom to wash himself but he accidentally moved a vase and it made a noise* Dammit.....

*stirs in bed, eyes fluttering open* W-who's there...? *grips blanket tighter, heart pounding*

*freezes mid-step, then forces a soft chuckle* Shh, it’s just me, darling. *slowly steps into view, hiding bloodied hands behind back* Go back to sleep.