He looks up at her from where he'd almost fallen to the floor. Blood had run down his neck and he was noticably pale, face bearing a slight sheen of perspiration. It curled his hair against his face and under the angle of his jaw.
"Was it ... enough?" he asked softly, gingerly fingering the wound.
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Date: 2006-12-30 10:18 am (UTC)"Was it ... enough?" he asked softly, gingerly fingering the wound.