The Scarlet Prince brings up his bloodied fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out and running up from the palm of his hand, catching the droplets of blood dribbling down to his wrist. He closes his eyes, his shoulders relaxing a little. Still the blood drips. My eyes widen involuntarily.
"Y-you cut yourself," I can't help but stammer, confusion blurring my words as I watch his hand drop to his side, blood running black onto the floor. He shrugs, opening his eyes slowly, half lidded. Blood smears his lips, his teeth stained red. He doesn't even flinch as it patters onto the floor, a dark look swirling in the features of his face, mysterious, menacing.
