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Jun. 23rd, 2018 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When Alec comes into the bar today, he's in gear, with a quiver of arrows and a bow slung over one shoulder, and there's...some blood.
Okay, a fair bit of blood.
Okay, a lot of blood.
Most of it is not his, thankfully, but there's a streak across his face, a couple damp spots in his hair, and the blood on his right arm is dripping down his hand and fingers and sliding down the (slightly glowing) blade he's holding to splash on the floor in droplets.
"Damn it," he mutters. "Really?"
He's overdue a shower and a warm bed.
Needing something to clean himself off with, he heads to the bar, looking around for someone to ask for a towel.
Okay, a fair bit of blood.
Okay, a lot of blood.
Most of it is not his, thankfully, but there's a streak across his face, a couple damp spots in his hair, and the blood on his right arm is dripping down his hand and fingers and sliding down the (slightly glowing) blade he's holding to splash on the floor in droplets.
"Damn it," he mutters. "Really?"
He's overdue a shower and a warm bed.
Needing something to clean himself off with, he heads to the bar, looking around for someone to ask for a towel.