forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Bridge tilted his neck back just a little bit, making sure to hold onto Scipio as he did.

After a few seconds, Scipio had made a mark on Bridge's neck. "There. You are marked again~" He ran his thumb along the hickey as he'd done with the last one, examining it.

Bridge didn't say anything, his breathing soft as he looked up at Scipio.

Scipio locked eyes with Bridge, his expression far gentler than it had been when Bridge first arrived at the asylum.

"I love you," He murmured softly, kissing him gently one more time before burying his head in Scipio's shoulder.

"Likewise." Scipio responded quietly, laying back again. What else are we supposed to do until tomorrow?

Bridge stayed quiet, his breathing soft and steady. The only other sounds in the house were the ticking of a clock, the hum of the AC, and the occasional sounds from outside in the street.

"Are you going to sleep now? I know you didn't last night." Scipio asked, petting Bridge's head.

"I…I don't know. Maybe." Bridge admitted, sighing a little. He was tired, he had to admit.

"You should." Scipio started humming the Italian lullaby again, holding Bridge closely.

Bridge nodded a little, letting his eyes slip closed as he snuggled closer to Scipio's warmth.

Scipio kept humming until Bridge fell asleep and carefully lay him down on the couch. He stood up and went to the kitchen to make some food.

(Yeah I've got a small thing planned so you can just stay asleep)
Scipio started making sandwiches again but ended up making a long cut along one of his palms. He watched as blood started covering his hand for a few seconds. "Hey, Bridge?" He called into the living room.

Bridge stirred, blinking quickly awake at his name. "W…what?"

"I think I did a bad thing again." Scipio said simply, watching as his blood dripped to the floor.

"What…what did you do?" Bridge asked, standing sleepily and walking over to where he could see. His eyes widened and he rushed over, holding Scipio's wrist to examine the cut.

"I accidentally cut myself with the sharp knife. No big deal." Scipio glanced down. "Oh dear, I've gotten blood on the floor." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

((That'll set him off lol))
"That's…that's kind of a big deal," Bridge said, his voice becoming soft and almost submissive as he glanced to the bloodstains on the tile floor and then back up to the knife, which was lying on the counter and also smeared with blood. "You need…to wash it."

"The knife? Yeah, I'm gonna. I was a little distracted." Scipio picked up the knife and took it to the sink, starting to rinse it off.

"Well…that, but your hand, too," Bridge told him, setting the knife carefully down in the sink. He had been accustomed to blood meaning attacks, mostly from his father, whenever he was in this house, and seeing it on the tile floor again set off much more than it probably should've.

"Oh, that… I suppose." Scipio held his hand under the water, watching as it trickled through his fingers. "Something wrong?"

Bridge shook his head, pressing his lips together and stepping a little closer to Scipio. "No…no. You need to bandage it."

"Why? Bleeding is natural. If I cover it immediately, all the bacteria will be trapped inside the wound and cause an infection, will it not." Scipio watched the blood stained water trickling down the drain.

Bridge shook his head, trying to push the memories of being hit away. The blood was still in the sink and on the knife, and he could see some of it on the floor. "No…once it's all washed, then you need to bandage it."