It looked like a bloodbath, her eyes nearly shut with heavy lids and lips too chapped for words to describe. She looked as fragile as chinaware, her body like a before picture, preliminary in the face of recovery and paler than the moon when ryker's tall and herculean frame had her wrapped in his arms.
he wasn't traditionally desirable with his mediocre eyes,
cobalt blue
or with his hair gracefully slipping in between
dark-wood and hazel,
that hint of power in his calves that weren't quite there yet... But ryker was noteworthy -remarkable and utterly uncommon- with his protection for those he was not-quite inadequate to understand.
his fingers pressed to her neck, trying desperately to discover a barely-there pulse in her languid body.
and with a hospital on call and a bandage around her wrist, he tried to stop the bleeding.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
