#[ 8)))))))) oH yes thank you for sending! doflamingo is ready to murder someone ]

[conquiistador]

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured 8)

YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO ; PROMPTS . ( accepting! ) .

RED . The most stunning colour. Blood. An accessory more vivid than pearls. Than gems. Than gold. It contrasted nicely to pale skin, and yet, the sight before him was not beautiful.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Enough blood for it to escape onto the floor. Mixing with dirt that someone had dragged in prior. A deep furrow appeared between his brows, mouth slightly open in surprise. Then his fingers flexed. Deadly. He would kill for this.

Rocinante's blood was the same as his own. It was his blood. Dripping onto the ground. Doflamingo felt it as painfully as if he was the one bleeding. Bleeding out. He stood up, the chair he'd been sitting in creaking harshly against the floor, creating scrape marks. Claws as if he needed to prove his anger.

❝ Who did this to you? ❞ He asked. Demanded a reply as he stepped over to meet his brother. Hands reached out. Deadly. But not to harm him. No, never him. The palms placed against the other's chest added firm pressure. Who dared to this to you? Where are they? I will kill them. The fabric of his shirt was soaked crimson. Staining Doflamingo's fingers now. The contrast not as sharp against his tanner skintone. The blood was sticky. He pressed his palms into the wet shirt like he could soak it up and inhale it through skin. Put it back into his own veins.

Who did this to you?