Title: Interwoven Hues.
Claim: Flynn Scifo x Yuri Lowell
Summary: The swordsman’s breathing was becoming shallow, distantly aware of someone else rapidly approaching, unsure if it was his brain playing tricks to give him false comfort still or another person there. If it truly was Flynn like he wanted.
When one is in trouble, the other comes running.
“Just...a...little longer...” Yuri muttered to himself, struggling with his breathing, thinking on how Flynn always had his back without fail, using his dwindling strength to keep fighting, refusing to give up and in now. His mouth held the nauseating taste of blood he could not currently get rid of. In a growing foggy way, he was aware of the blood beneath him, drying in his hair, it being a tangled mess Yuri knew would be a pain to clean.
He would clean it.
Notes: Doubles as entry 1 for Whumptober 2020 with the additional prompt: Blood Loss.
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