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FP jones (and several other muses) will now be available on my muse roulette blog (when his muse is around)

It’s going to be a multi but the muses will cycle since I lose muse a lot, but always have someone whose willing to work.

IM me on @screamkiing​ for the URL if you are interested<3

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Jugs blog is caught up, I’ve got like half the things here done, now my main focus will probably be on getting @screamkiing somewhat caught up if the drafts work with me🖤

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At her question, he sat beside her, glancing at her ah he inhaled deeply. Maybe he wasn’t the best for telling someone why they should be open; especially when he himself was a lockbox without a key. “Because one, I can tell when you’re doing it, and two, you don’t have to go through life alone.” He pointed out.

As she spoke more his brows furrowed, and he began to shake his head. “It’s not a competition.” He breathed out. He didn’t give a damn if sue down the road thought she had it ‘worse’. He was sure her parents were to blame for that mindset, however- that and she was a stubborn thing. He watched her as he tried to think of anything that could make it better, though he knew there was very little he could really do. “Just because someone else has shit to deal with- that doesn’t take away from what you live with. The crosses you bear are heavy regardless of what anyone else is going through.”

He hated that; people downplaying others suffering; maybe someone out there did have it worse- that didn’t mean she wasn’t suffering immensely. When the sobs broke out, he was quick to sit beside her, wrapping his arms around her as if they could be a barrier to everything that was outside- as if it could take away all the hurt and tragedy she’d already lived with.

“I know people say this all the time; but it does get better- It will get better than this.” He promised her. “And until you can get out of that house.. Please stay here- or with Jug.” He nearly pleaded. He had no doubt in his mind that her parents were they types of people who could take things way too far- to the point of truly hurting, or even worse, killing her. “You aren’t alone anymore- you’re one of us.” 

{ FP Jones x Annabelle Rose: Guys My Age }

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elenaloveablekotsala:

she is thinking about it deciding the sooner the better, swallowing hard, as eyes meet with his and she is placing a warm smile on her lips, “ I think we should do it tomorrow, would also love to see the other there, “ a pause follows as she understands very well about the choices in life, given now she was making them for her own. Thought pushed to the corner of her mind as she is carrying on to say, “ just going to need a little help to go through the rules, if you wouldn’t mind helping me with those”.

He smiled a little, nodding at her answer. “Tomorrow it is.” He mused- though he wasn’t really a fan of the initiation ceremony. It was outdated and needed to be revised on both sides- the men got beaten to a pulp while the women stripped off their clothes- but it was the way it had always been. To become a serpent one must shed their skin- so to speak. “The rules are very straight forward.” He assured her as he leans on the counter. “And you already live by them- Never show fear, know that once you are a serpent, your family will be taken care of, should anything happen to you. Never betray our own, never leave another serpent for dead, and that in unity, there is strength.” 

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icameasiam:

There was one direct reason why she refused to show any liking in the direction of FP Jones, her father. FP had never done anything to earn her indifference. Sure, he had moments of aggressive and abrasive behavior - but these were not things she genuinely held against him. They were opposites, at least to her lack of knowledge concerning how similar they truly were. Her father let it be known just how much he disapproved of FP Jones and his “kind.” The intelligent thing to do was to stay as far from him as she could, something that seemed to be unachievable lately. It seemed that recently there was no way of escaping him - no way of their eyes not meeting from across the room. Not just in school, but at the convenience store and even the park. If it wasn’t for the fact that he himself seemed to be taken aback by their uncalled meetings, she would have thought about the possibility of him following her. Something she found outrageous to even consider in the first place. FP carrying out such a thing would mean that he gave some form of a damn - something she was sure was not possible in regards to her.

In reality, a part of her truly admired FP. FP didn’t experience a pleasant life, and he did what he had to do to survive. As horrible as her father was, she was blessed in many ways. She had a house she could come home to - safe to an extent. Nice clothes, food on the table and opportunities many didn’t have due to who her father was. Sometimes she felt spoiled and selfish for being as unhappy as she was, but it was something deep inside her that she couldn’t ignore. The unhappiness sometimes felt like a sickness. It was increasing deep inside her, leaving her exhausted. It was a storm making its way closer to her, a storm she couldn’t run from. She wanted to believe that in the end, all of it would be worth it. But she felt as if she couldn’t hold on, it was a feeling that would only desert her briefly. Most days it consumed her whole, a tide that pulled her down, the waves embracing her until no part of her could be seen. She had no sense of whom she was anymore, and it felt as if she truly lost herself in the prior year. The pieces of her that were left over had disappeared - as if who she was had slipped through her own fingers. A sense of hope still lingered inside, deep inside. A part of her wondering if it would ever return, the childish happiness that made her feel as if anything could be conquered. The one thing she did know for certain was that as long as her father was around, she wouldn’t experience the safety and happiness she felt when she was a child. She didn’t want to be blinded by ignorance - she just required safety and comfort.

She took in his words, attempted to imagine what exactly he said in his essay. But before she could respond or even ask what he wrote about, he continued to speak. The words said provoking her eyebrows to come together - she couldn’t help but feel bothered by the biting tone he spoke to her in. As if he was calling her out - as if he knew just how hard she tried. Because she did, every day. If it wasn’t for the fact that he carried on with his words, she would have most likely told him to go to hell. Still, the continuation permitted her to relax. After all, he wasn’t wrong - even if she wouldn’t declare it. Her own eyes dropped to the presently unfilled sheet of paper. The last words spoken drove her to feel a rush of feelings that only confused her. A sense of sorrow lingered inside her at his question. What was important to her? What was important to her and not her father? Or to those she was forced to tolerate in her life. She compelled herself to not glance at him as the question replayed itself in her mind. The sickening part was she couldn’t think of anything that genuinely motivated her. “It’s Saturday… I have until Wednesday to complete it. Thank you anyways.” The words weren’t enraged, but she didn’t want to deal with this at the moment. She wanted to do anything to force the feeling inside her to just go away.

Her features displayed a lot more of her sentiments that she would have approved of. Naturally pouted lips visible as she lifted her gaze to finally meet his own. “You… Mentioned your parents being called. How did that go?” Her back pressed against the chair as a slow breath departed from her nostrils. Darkened green hues lingering on his face as she rested her hands between her legs. She was trying to stop herself from adding more wounds to the palm of her hands, something that happened too often lately. “What did your parents say?” There was interest in her voice as she stared at him, her body starting to relax as the seconds passed.

It was obvious that his words had hit her deeper than just the shallow meaning behind them. He kept his eyes on her as she weighed her options- or tried to think of a way to shut him down- at least he assumed. She had no reason to trust him with anything that was important to her, so he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to answer his question.

A sigh departed his lips as he leaned back in the chair at her dismissal. He shrugged, looking away again before being caught off guard by her next question. The tone of genuine interest one he wouldn’t have suspected she’d have when talking to someone like him. On the outside, it looked as if they lived two completely separate and different lives- and in some ways, they did. What the riff between her side of town and his side of town- or the hatred her father felt for him specifically had caused- was a block, in that they couldn’t see just how similar some of their struggles were. They were each trapped- or he had been before the serpents - Thanks to parents who were never cut out to be what a kid needed a parent to be. 

The truth was, The sheriff called his dad- saying that was his one phone call- and he’d hung up on him. His dad wasn’t interested in his sons life anymore. He didn’t live with him anymore- not that anyone really knew that- and that meant that he was no longer his dad’s problem. Even if it had been him who forced him to leave.

 He wondered if the serpents knew he was here. If they did, it was only a matter of time before they sent someone. “Just another walk in the park.” He chimed, as his eyebrows shot up momentarily. His eyes only met hers for a moment before they gazed down at his hands.  “My dads not really a man of many words. It was a very quick conversation.” He stated, inhaling deeply through his nose. He did wonder if the Serpents were going to kick his ass for getting arrested- though he doubted he was who they were currently mad at.

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lesfleursfortes:

She kept her head downcast as she felt embarrassed, heartbroken, and a little bit angry over what had happened.  How had she let things go so far?  Why did she get so drunk?  Why did she go off with him?  Hell, why did she even go to the party?  It wasn’t her.  She had acted out of character and was basically punished right away.  She felt so stupid, and the fact that it all was happening in front of FP made it a million times worse.  She took a shaky breath as he helped her up, letting her clean her hands and then her mouth as she felt silent tears stream down her cheeks.  When he hugged her, she stilled for a moment before burying her face in his chest, soft sobs escaping her as she clung to him.  If it was any other man, she would have pushed him away, but he had saved her.  She was really messed up, but thanks to FP, she wasn’t completely broken.  “Why are you apologizing?” she muttered, sniffling as she pulled away slightly to look up at him.  “None of this is your fault,” she insisted.

His arms stayed tightly wrapped around her as he couldn’t even begin to imagine how her mind was reeling. His hand gently held the back of her head as the sobs left her. He shook his head at her question- he knew the events weren’t directly his fault, and that the blame didn’t rest solely on his shoulders, but he was sorry for being associated with someone so twisted, and for thinking he could have friends outside of the serpents without this kind of thing, or something violent happening in general. He let out a breath through his nose as his lips pursed together. “I know it’s not,” he spoke softly, though the pang of guilt in his gut remained. “I just don’t want you blaming yourself, either.” If there was one person he didn’t want to feel any guilt over what had happened, it was her.

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thedamaged0ne:

❝ What if I was, would that bother you? ❞ she asked him when he asked if she was a witch. She wasn’t one to beat around the bushes, but she also didn’t want to scare her new friend with her free spirit either. She made the question sound more like a joke, asking it in a playful tone, so that if he said yes, it would bother him, then she could just go just kidding or something, and move on to another subject. But if she didn’t have to hide what she was, that would be the best. She laughed when he mentioned the crazy families ❝ Crazy families, yup. Sure sounds like it — ❞ she glanced at her phone and at the addresses, then looked around. ❝ woops, we just missed it ❞ she pointed at the building they’d just passed while they were talking. The burger joint was right on the corner.

His brow raised at her response- his lips pursing together for a moment before he shook his head with a bit of a shrug. He feigned a worried expression as he looked over at her. “As long as you don’t give me a tail, I don’t see why it would.” He mused, matching her tone. He nodded at her response. “I guess it’s safe to just assume everyone’s family is crazy.” He murmured before they switched directions, and headed towards the restaurant they’d missed in their conversation. He held the door open for her when they reached it. “I’m starving,” He mused as his stomach growled.

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Sorry for the inactivity guys. I’ll try to be on here when I get some time during the week. for the night I’m over on @screamkiing​ and getting @wickcdcvil​ started up with some threads, so if you like spooky muses go have some fun with them<3

I have what I’ve done for here and @scrpentking​ drafted, and I’ll get it into the Queue sometime this week. Sorry im the slowest- I’m going to try to get some new stuff going over here too since I have some new mutuals for both blogs as well, so yeah.

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icameasiam:

In reality, a part of her didn’t become aware of when she made it inside his truck. The clicking of the seatbelt compelled her attention to fully rest on him and his question. “No, nothing else happened.” The words were honest, yet her eyebrows came together as she looked ahead. The barely lit streets of the Southside coming into view as she started to drive. “I just… I don’t know, something feels out of place.” Her body released a shudder, something that only made her frown. “Really fucking out of place.” Sighing she pressed her back against the passenger seat. “Like something bad is happening or is going to happen. So please, be careful driving. Just in case.” She let her eyes rest on him as she said the words. She couldn’t put together why the forceful feeling rested in her body. Yet she knew better than to simply ignore it. Many times in her life she had experienced a sensation of the sort - only for something to happen not long after. “Let’s… Not bring any more attention to it. My Hispanic ass is telling me to just… Let it be right now.”

Leaning forward slightly she turned the radio on. Her eyebrows instantly coming together as her face twisted into irritation at the sounds that came from the speaker. Guns N Roses blasted through before she shut off the radio. “Yeah… Something is definitely going on.” Closing her eyes, she sighed as she leaned her head back against the car seat. “I hate them.” The obvious was stated - just as it was every single time she heard them.

Her apartment was not dreadfully far from the Whyte Wyrm - still, it was not a desirable walk at night. She was so worried about what the feeling could mean for someone she cared about, that she had no idea it was regarding her own self. The apartment she considered home rested vacant as most of her furniture and the few things she considered significant had been taken. The deed being brought to life by Kyle - not only collecting his belongings but her own. To sell so he could pay off any debt he had - like the cowardly piece of shit he undoubtedly was. The arrival to her apartment building didn’t make her feel any better - even with knowing they had made it there safely. The feeling still lingered in her chest - and all she could hope was that FP would make it home safe.

Generating her attention towards him, she smiled softly - yet the worry was visible in green eyes. “Come on, let’s get you and Jughead some of that Arroz con Pollo.” Getting out of the car, she placed her purse on her shoulder. Waiting for him to get out of his truck, she nudged him slightly as they walked up the steps. Trying to make light of the feeling that still haunted her. “And you can see Misfit. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the worlds most perfect Maine Coon.” She softly chuckled walking up to the second floor. Unlocking the door and walking in, she turned the lights on. Her lips parting as she took in the view in front of her. Her apartment looked stripped - a complete mess. The two couches missing - the flat screen she had bought not on the wall. “Wha..” She shook her head slightly - her body becoming numb as she tried piecing together what her eyes were taking in. Her head lifted to meet FP’s gaze, the tears building in her eyes as she gazed at him in pure confusion - as if she was seeking answers.

He began driving as the words left her mouth, and his lips pursed together as his brows furrowed. He kept his eyes forward as she begins to speak again. He inhaled deeply when she mentioned having a bad feeling in her gut, and he simply nodded, as his hand reached for hers, his eyes not leaving the road. His thumb ran over the back of her hand as if to reassure her, as he glanced at her, offering a small smile before his attention went back to the road, and his hand found the steering wheel again. He could see that whatever it was that was bothering her wasn’t going away- it was in the energy of the car. They made it to her apartment safely, but the looming look in her eyes remained. 

He looked down at her as she nudged him, an unsure smile on his lips as they made it up the steps- the air feeling like static. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he saw inside her apartment- how barren it was. The door had been locked. A flash of cold flooded him as he reached for his phone. “He’s a dead man.” He growled. He’d heard rumors about Kyle’s debts; he hadn’t expected him to have the balls to steal from Annabelle, though. 

“Stay here I’m going to check out the rest of the apartment.” He told her as he brought his phone up to his ears- maybe a little too eager to pin the blame on dear old Kyle. He knew Kyle was a dipshit, but there was no way he did all of this alone- he didn’t want her to stumble on anything they might have left behind out of spite. 

The conversation with Sweetpea was kept short and sweet. He just wanted eyes watching- waiting for him to show his face. He was halfway down the hallway when he realized how she must be feeling. He turned back, approaching her again. “We’re going to fix this.” He promised. He might not be able to get all of her things back, but he could solve one of her problems; his conscious having no room in his thoughts of her boyfriend. 

{ FP Jones x Annabelle Rose: You Want Something That’s Deeper Cause You’re Over The Generics }

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icameasiam:

Her eyes remained on his for longer than they should have - something in his own brown hues keeping her enthralled. She could feel her lungs constrict as she kept her eyes on him- her breath catching itself inside her. Her skin felt a warmth she was unfamiliar with. One that wandered from her feet all the way up her spine - spreading along the rest of her body as the seconds passed. It was no secret that they didn’t get along - most in school knew just how much she kept away from his existence. Something that lately seemed to be harder to do. It seemed as if every day FP Jones came closer and closer. In this moment, she could barely breathe. It was as if a fire had ignited inside her as their eyes came in contact with one another. She could feel his leg press against her own - finally coming back to her senses.

A profound breath left her lungs as she moved back, finally transferring herself from between his legs. Glancing around the room, she assured that no one had their eyes on them. “I know, it’s really odd… Not that I watch… That kind of porn… An-any… I don’t.” She shut her eyes to avoid his reaction, she could only picture how high his eyebrows had lifted. “Just… Be quiet.” Shaking her head she turned around to sit down in her own chair.

“And no…I’ll be done soon.” Walking back to the desk she sat down, her eyes resting on the white paper with a variety of words that made no sense. Sighing softly she tore the page from the notebook, rolling it and tossing it into the trashcan under the desk. Leaning her head back she closed her eyes - the bright lights of the police station making her eyes sensitive. Tilting her head slightly, she let her eyes open enough to see FP. Sitting up slightly she now watched him. “If… I needed help… As in.. Writing the whole thing.” Pressing her lips together, she let her own eyebrows raise. “How… Would you help?” The interest was evident as she eyed him. “I mean… What did you write your paper about?” Her eyebrows came together as she watched him -curiosity on her features.

She sat up slightly, her eyes meeting his. “I have no inspiration… Give me inspiration.” For the first time since they met, a genuine smile rested on her lips as she watched him. No fear of who could see.

He supposed his aversion to her did stem from the amount of effort it seemed like she put in to stay away from him. Of course, he hadn’t helped, and sometimes egging it on in certain situations- he didn’t know why she hated him. It seemed like there was more to it than just a northside southside rivalry. It seemed she rarely had problems with other serpents. Of course maybe the fact that he decided to deal with it by acting out on occasion wasn’t helping the situation.

A smirk twitched up at her unexpected response, a singular brow peaked high with intrigue. His lips pursed together to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape his lungs as she told him to keep quiet.  

His lips pursed into a frown as she rejected his help and he shrugged. His attention had drifted elsewhere momentarily before he heard her tearing the page from her notebook. His brows raised slightly- but he kept his mouth shut as she remained quiet.  An intake of breath inflating his chest at her question. “I wrote mine on the failing public school system. I am a prime example, though my parents got a call on Friday after I turned it in. Apparently the principal is not open to constructive criticism.” He informed her, shrugging before sighing. “Have you settled on a topic?” 

“There’s inspiration all around, you just have to stop trying to hard.” He pointed out- and his words came out like a double edged sword, though he hadn’t meant them to sound so accusatory. “The more you push yourself to come up with something, the worse the vicious circle in your head is gonna get.” He added, leaning back, as his voice lowered. He knew the feeling all too well. “Easier said than done, I know. But now you have me here as your tour guide.” He mused. “What’s important to you?”

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{ FP Jones and Annabelle Rose: Continue X }

Her eyebrows raised the second he answered her. The distinct two-letter word not reassuring her as she threw her head back. “Fuck!” The word resonated faintly through the vacant road. The hunter green trees surrounding them as her car rested on the side of the road. “I had to get home!” She shut her eyes tightly as she lowered her head, her right hand coming in contact with the side of her head. “I’m so fucking… Dead.” The words were barely audible as they departed from glossed lips. Finally opening them, she noticed FP, his attention resting on her as she had a breakdown of sorts. Her cheeks felt the heat of embarrassment rise as she looked away.

The one night she had decided to lie to her father and do something outside of comfort - was the night everything went to hell. Yet it was almost comical, how the one person to stop to assist her was no other than FP Jones. Their past encounters being the opposite of helpful - not counting the one time she had uncuffed him for his own comfort.

“I… Should be home.” Her eyes rested on him. “But I am not, I am thirty minutes from Riverdale because I thought… It would be a marvelous idea to go to a party in Greendale.” Her hands came into contact with her face as a heavy sigh left her tightened lungs. “My dad… Doesn’t know.” Her hands lowered, the frustration she previously conveyed on her features now turned into something different - fear. “He’s out of town right now but.. He’ll be back tomorrow… Morning.” She nodded slightly as she leaned against the car. A bitter laugh abandoning her as she shook her head. Tears now visible in her eyes as she forced herself to look away from him. “I don’t do… Parties. Ever. I should have known better, I don’t belong at those placed… Anywhere.” The last word was only just distinct as her attention fell on his motorcycle.

Sighing as she lowered her attention, she frowned as she rested her eyes on her dress. “Some ass got pissed I wouldn’t blow him… So he ”accidentally“ spilled his beer on me… I just.. Fuck the car; I just want to go home.” She quickly wiped at her eyes as the tears fell. The night a reminder of exactly the type of life she had. A life where she wasn’t comfortable even within her own skin - because she didn’t identify with who she was. “You… Can go.” Her attention rested on his bike again. “I’m sure you have somewhere better you rather be.”

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His brows raised at her response. “It’s just a rim- It’s really not that bad.” He assured her, though what he knew of her dad, the rim wasn’t the issue. He rubbed his hands with a rag as she informed him on what exactly had landed her here. He didn’t usually attend big parties either. He kept his close group inside the serpents small. It was just easier that way. 

He opened his mouth to speak- a part of him wondering if he was going to regret offering this kind of help, but he could see how much she dreaded her dad coming home; a look he knew well. Before he could offer, she was pushing him off like it was a burden for him to be here- or like she simply didn’t want his help. 

His mouth closed, and his brows furrowed as his head titled at the accusation. “You seriously think I would just leave you out here like this?” He questioned his eyes narrowing as he let out a humorless laugh. “Man, you northsiders really don’t think much of us.” He generalized it so it wouldn’t seem like he was taking it personally. 

He took a step backwards to his bike, sure that she thought he was taking her up on letting him off the hook. He opened the side compartment on his bike, and took out the spare helmet before walking back to her, holding it out. “I’ll pull some strings. I’ll have the car at your house before the suns up.” He assured her. He had a long night ahead of him, but maybe it’d be worth it to prove to her that he wasn’t the scum of the earth. “And you wont even have to tell anyone a thing about it.” He assured her. “We wouldn’t want to taint that perfect reputation of yours.” 

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thedamaged0ne:

She was hoping that her cat side would behave tonight cause she definitely enjoyed having some company. She really didn’t want to freak out her new friend the first day. As they kept walking, while she was navigating to find the restaurant, she glanced at him when he asked her a question ❝ Oh, uh, actually not too far from here, little town called East End, but before that I was in New Orleans. Had my own little shop and everything. Then family drama made me drop everything, and well, here I am. The drama thing is over though — ❞ she explained with a laugh. ❝ What about you? ❞

He nodded, his brows raising, as he realized their path here didn’t seem to different. “You had a shop down in New Orleans?” His brows raised as he looked over. “You some kind of witch?” He teased, not realizing the true answer to that question. He let out a breath, shrugging as he answered.  “I could say about the same, actually.” He admitted. “I’m from Riverdale.” He informed her as he glanced sideways at her momentarily. “Family drama and just plain drama is what landed me here. So, we’ve both got crazy families.” He mused with a light laugh as they strolled down the sidewalk.

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@madchenamick: Too cool for school 😎 @skeetme1 #falice

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lesfleursfortes:

“I-I shouldn’t- I should have just told you drop me off.  I shouldn’t be crying in front of you,” she muttered, shaking her head.  She nodded at his offer, taking steadying breaths to try to calm down.  She closed her eyes, intending to focus some more on calming down, when she was hit with a vivid memory of what had happened back at the party.  Her eyes immediately flew open, her hand covering her mouth.  “I think I’m going to be sick,” she grumbled.  She barely waited for the car to stop before she was stumbling out of his truck and towards the bushes to empty her stomach.  The retching continued until there was nothing left in her stomach, at which point she fell back on her butt and scooted away from the mess she’d made.  “D-Do you have any napkins?”

He pulled to the shoulder of the road immediately at her words, but before he could jump out to help her, she was gone- He made his way over to her, moving quicker as he saw her stumble and fall. He felt around in his pockets, but knew e didn’t have anything. He shrugged his flannel off, as he helped her up, “Here.” He began wiping her hands with the fabric, his hands working gently to get hers as clean as he could, before he found a clean corner and he wiped at her mouth, his eyes keeping to his own hands before he bundled the flannel up and his arms went around her. His free hand cupped the back of her head. There weren’t words for what he was feeling right now, and he couldn’t begin to think up any that would make her feel better, so he just held her. “I’m sorry.” He breathed out, the words as gentle as his thumb against her hair.