‘nudo disteso’ - giacomo grosso (1926)
‘nudo disteso’ - giacomo grosso (1926)
One word prompt: Care
They had been doing some last minute reconnaissance before the parade, with the both of them in the process of climbing over a fairly high fence, when another relic malfunction caused Viergenie to lose her balance at the top of the fence and come crashing down hard onto the ground.
As she fell, she managed to cut herself on something; on what she didn’t know but it left a nice sized gash on her arm.
It hurt like hell and had begun to bleed.
“V-san!” Takemura exclaimed while rushing over to her side and kneeling to help her up. “Are you all right?”
It was at that moment that the damned parasite decided to show up.
“Oh yeah, she’s totally fine.” Johnny started, leaning against a stack of crates off to the side. “Princess just got a little boo-boo, that’s all.”
He smirked. “ Maybe you should ask the old dog to kiss it, ya know? Help make it feel all better.”
If looks could kill a ghost, then the ones Viergenie gifted the rockerboy with surely would.
“I cut myself.” Viergenie said through gritted teeth.
Takemura looked at her arm and a grimace crossed his face.
“That looks painful.”
An understatement if she had ever heard one.
She began to look around, eyes scanning their surroundings before she saw something that caught her attention.
“Over there.” She said, pointing a finger with her other arm at a barrel with a bottle of whiskey sitting on top of it. “Can you grab that bottle? We can use the alcohol to help clean my wound.”
Takemura nodded in agreement before guiding Viergenie over to a small ledge to sit down while he grabbed the whiskey.
He went over to the barrel and retrieved the alcohol and then picked up a long piece of cloth; she assumed it would be used to wrap her wound.
After he got the items, Takemura returned to her side and placed the stuff on the ground.
“We will need to remove your jacket.” He said, gesturing to the material covering her arms.
“Of course.” Viergenie replied and attempted to take off her jacket by herself.
She struggled with this task for a minute before Takemura took over for her.
“Allow me, V-san.” He made a motion for her to turn around, to which she obliged him.
Then she felt him begin to gently ease her jacket off her, taking special care with her injured arm and neatly folded her jacket, placing it to the side.
“Thank you.” Viergenie said quietly.
“You are welcome.” Takemura replied from behind her.
He moved to the front of her with the whiskey and cloth in his hands. He tore a bit of the cloth off and then he opened the whiskey, bringing the bottle up to his nose and took a sniff of its contents.
“You aren’t thinking of taking a sip are you, Takemura-san?”
Takemura gave her a look but said nothing.
He began to pour some of the whiskey onto the piece of cloth that he had torn off.
“Your arm please.”
Slowly extending her injured arm to him, she watched as Takemura started to bring the alcohol-soaked cloth to it before stopping.
“Please let me know if the pain is too much, V-san.”
It was somewhat strange to see a man like Takemura, former bodyguard to one of, if not the most infamous men on Earth, treat her with such care but it was also…well, she didn’t quite have a word to describe it, but it was nothing bad.
“I’ll be fine, Takemura.” She reassured him. “Just do what you have to do.”
With that, the man took Viergenie’s arm and began to apply the cloth to her wound.
Viergenie made a small noise of pain when the cloth touched her skin; the burn felt like flames going up her arm.
He stopped and looked at her face; giving her a moment and waiting for her permission to continue.
Viergenie took a breath, one, two before her eyes met his.
She nodded and he continued.
Once he felt enough alcohol had been applied, he took to the task of wrapping her arm with the rest of the cloth.
She watched him silently; his brows knitted in concentration, steady hands working the cloth over her arm, making sure that it was tight but not so tight as to hurt her.
His eyes caught hers briefly before looking down again.
“Nothing says intimacy like a guy tending to your wounds, am I right V?” The parasite spoke again, another smirk on his face.
She ignored him and made a mental note to take some more of the omega blockers once she got home.
“I am done.” Takemura’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Viergenie studied her arm that was neatly wrapped in cloth and made an approving noise.
She started to stand up.
“It looks good. Thank you for this, Takemura-san.”
Takemura bowed his head slightly.
“It was no trouble. I am glad I was able to be of assistance.”
The two of them stood there for a moment longer before Viergenie broke the silence.
“Well…now that that bit of excitement is over, shall we continue what we were doing?”
Takemura shook his head.
“No, I believe we have done enough for today.”
“Very well. I am exhausted anyway.”
Takemura gave her a look of concern.
“Will you be all right, V-san? Do you need me to drive you home?”
Viergenie laughed softly.
“I will be okay, Takemura-san.” She said. “I think I can manage getting to my apartment on my own.”
Takemura still seemed to be a little apprehensive, but he did not push the matter.
Viergenie picked up her jacket.
“Have a good evening, Takemura-san.”
She then turned to leave.
“You too, V-san. Take care of yourself.”
Her head moved to look back at him over her shoulder.
“That becomes harder every day, but I shall try.”
She walked off with those last words, not noticing the way his gaze lingered upon her retreating form.
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It would be better if the knife was in your hand, but I guess this will do for now
Caesar said FD taking a female form, brain said make, so here's one (1) female FD in causal clothes (surprisingly).
uuumm I hit 1k followers yesterday so that is pretty cool. Here's a pic of me with bed hair looking ✨shy✨ as a thanks to all you perverts who like my pictures 😇
Me, rewatching OHSHC: Okay, look, all I'm saying is that "Biologically speaking, yes." in response to "You're a girl?" screams nonbinary because it makes sure to exclude gender, only focusing on the psychical sex the body has.
maybe i will just end up having to do what i have to do in order to help my dysphoria. maybe that will move me some distance from the start. maybe that can't be helped. but i will never forget what those motherfuckers did, manipulating and lying and spreading psychologically abusive rhetoric, in the name of saying that we literally could not be women, had *no right to be* or call ourselves women, no matter how accurate it was, or to recognize our pasts, presents, or (if not seeking full, binary transition) futures as women. just because we had dysphoria and discomfort with some things and that feeling was labeled trans and therefore we were "too male to belong". even if you were a kid, fully pre-transition living as female, and barely had your shit figured out, only started questioning like one month ago, lol. what a joke. the denial of sexism as a political stance. the reversals, the projections. maybe the way i look will change but my connection to womanhood is forever and because of the disgusting ways that they treated us, for no good reason, they can pry that very real connection to womanhood out of my cold, dead hands tbh.
Happy Pride Month fellow Queers 💖❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
if you're a grown ass woman shaving parts of your body that u do not want to shave, you're just fucking weak. this is not year 8 where you're being bullied for having hairy ankles ffs.
As I said - Patti Boyd would respect my decisions and that's all that matters.