just your shadow on your floor

[Zenisse Szereban]

There's barely any space between you. Little to no distance need to step close. To be close. To be exactly where you wish to be. With her. More than anything. The pull in your stomach only growing further. Sometimes it's unbearable. Like right now. Where you'd want to do nothing more than throw your arms around her and celebrate another victorious battle. It's little things like these that make the weight of it even worse.

Zenisse

Just a cut.

You repeat. Making sure she doesn't worry too much. Sometimes you feel like she does that a lot. Like she's afraid you'll break to a hundred pieces right in front of her before she's ever got the chance to prevent you from falling apart. Or putting you back together.

Zenisse

I'm sure it's not too bad.

Raising your brows to imply the cut on your forehead that's far out of your sight. Eyes searching for some kind of reflection that at least offer you some insight to your wound. But there's only plates and cups that haven't been washed in so long that layers of dust and dirt make it impossible to get a real look at ones own visage.

Zenisse

I'll have someone look at it.

Since Karlach isn't an option. Unless of course you're looking for someone to seal an open wound. The heat running through her veins would probably do as much damage as a burning iron.