(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Marceline turned back to Yamir, her gaze softening as he broke down. She shifted back to her humanoid shape and wrapped her arms around him, shushing him and wiping the blood away, "Sshh, Yamir...I believe you..."

[miraphoenix]

Shivering as if cold as Marceline wiped the blood away from his eye, Yamir whimpered again as her fingers came close to the wound. Even if the eye would heal itself eventually, that didn't mean that the healing was painless; it was anything but painless for him. Closing his good eye as the vampire spoke, he bowed his head, his long gold-green hair hiding his eyes. "Th-thanks...." he whispered, voice breaking from pain and terror.

[Wormgod]

Marceline's heart broke at the sound of pain in Yamir's voice. She held him tight, staying clear of the wound in case it was still hurting, "If you need anything, just ask." She whispered, sending a deathglare Artyom's way.

[miraphoenix]

Burying his face in Marceline's shoulder, Yamir was slowly healing his shattered nerves along with his eye, and his breathing was beginning to slow down, along with his heartbeat. "O-okay.... Th-thank you, M-marceline... " he whispered, wiping the blood away from his injured eye again. "S-sorry.... I th-think I g-got b-blood on y-you...."

[Wormgod]

Marceline kissed Yamir's cheek, ignoring the blood on her shoulder, "You're welcome, Yamir." She chirped, "That's okay."

[miraphoenix]

His uninjured eye shut tightly against the outside world, Yamir pulled his wings tightly into his shoulders, drawing the appendages back into the slits in the back of his shirt. Wiping away the blood again, he opened his good eye, smiling weakly up at Marceline. "Th-thank you s-so m-much... F-for everything..."

[Wormgod]

Marceline grinned and pulled away from Yamir, floating a few inches off the ground, "You don't need to thank me for anything. I do it cause I like you." She said.

[miraphoenix]

Smiling up at Marceline, Yamir's eyes still held pain, and tiredness. "Y-you d-didn't wh-when you f-first m-met m-me..." he murmured, remembering what had happened when he had told the vampire what he was. Yawning, he pawed the blood away from his eye again, wincing as his hand touched the sore flesh around the injury.

[Wormgod]

Marceline frowned, remembering that moment. Yamir appeared more as a bloodthirsty beast bent on killing. Now she couldn't even imagine that without being disgusted at herself; he was just a little boy, and nothing more! He needed protecting from those bloodthirsty beasts, and she vowed to provide that protection.

"I was a butt back then." Marceline admitted, "But now I'm not. You're too awesome to hurt."

[miraphoenix]

Smiling again, Yamir fiddled with the scarlet scarf around his neck, his gold-green hair hanging in his eyes. "Th-thanks..." he murmured, thinking of his life before he had been thrown aside by his mother. "Th-there's only b-been one other person who h-has said that to m-me..." Covering his ruined eye with a hand, he wondered if he should fashion himself an eyepatch, if only to keep the dirt out.