[closed] just the way the sunlight hits your eyes

[hellshaped]

CHARACTERS: Hellboy and Olivia
DATE: After this thing
WARNINGS: Blood, injury
SUMMARY: Hellboy got in a fight with a dead guy. Olivia helps him stop bleeding everywhere.

Hellboy is not really sure what he was expecting to have happened.

Part of him feels confused. Betrayed, maybe. He didn't know Koltira that well, but he had him pegged for more or less a good person, if not a little on the morose side. He certainly didn't expect to find him terrorizing some person in the woods, and get shredded for intervening.

Another part of him feels elated; he's loath to admit it, but something about fighting like that has always made his adrenaline flow like nothing else. He tries not to think about it too hard as he trudges back toward the goblin settlement, leaving a trail of blood behind him. It's not that he's not concerned with being found by some ravenous animal following the proverbial breadcrumbs, but what else is he going to do?

As quickly as his wounds will heal, it's not instantaneous. He's going to have to take it easy for a few days. And, most importantly, find something to stop himself from bleeding out.

Comments

[winces]

It's pure chance that has their paths crossing. Being a human, Olivia wasn't really all that welcomed among the goblins, though that didn't often prevent her from venturing further out in an attempt to find better vendors with better deals. That's what has her this far out, now, arms laden with a satchel newly washed from glowworm gathering and full of various produce that the emergence of the celestial bodies seem to have encouraged vendors to let go for a decent price.

It's a burden she forgets about the moment her eyes catch on Hellboy's lumbering figure, emerging from the outskirts that she'd been warned away from. Instinct has her fear spiking for a moment — somehow, his imposing figure looks only more so all cut up and covered in blood — but it's a moment that quickly passes when she remembers their shared drinks, the quiet smiles and laughter they indulged in under the influence of mead.

"A-Are you okay—?"

She is by his side in an instant, scurrying over with her arms still full, but one hand is already stretching out towards him, as if to help steady him should he need it.