the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine...
Louis plopped down on the curb of the sidewalk and grumbled as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, bloody fingers staining the paper and a slightly coating his thin lips. He took a long drag, squinting his eyes at the horizon and tapping his palm against his thigh while he thought, ignoring the groans of the man he'd beaten lying a few feet off. A huff of a sigh escaped his lips, heavy with irritation and lingering anger as he squirmed and glared over, beginning to shake a bit with frustration.
He started when someone lightly touched his shoulder and whipped his head back to find an equally bruised and bloodied Harry standing next to him, raising an arm for the lad to curl under and pressing a crimson stained kiss to his temple. "Okay baby?" Louis murmured against his warm skin, waiting for the boy to nod before tugging him closer, nuzzling at his cheek.
