( Dormancy is a gem. Besides, it was one stab one time; what will it take for Sunday to let it go?
As he undresses, Gallagher's gaze follows the path of popped buttons. This is an academic venture, nothing more. He doubts Sunday would allow things to go beyond that, unmarred as he is. Once undone, what the shirt opens to is impossible to miss, a dark mark against otherwise unblemished skin. Gallagher reaches out to touch it, and doesn't think better of it. His fingertips graze the tattoo's outer rim, the curved line between murky chaos and Sunday's natural, blissful order. )
You just woke up like this? ...Looks like you were branded.
( So, Hell has a cult.
He pulls his touch away with a scrape of nail as he hastily looks down at himself. Nothing on his chest aside from the large, off-center scarring and hair along his pecs. His torso is much in the same way, scarred but devoid of anything that he hasn't placed there himself. )
Look for me. If there's anything, it's probably in a place I can't see.
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( Dormancy is a gem. Besides, it was one stab one time; what will it take for Sunday to let it go?
As he undresses, Gallagher's gaze follows the path of popped buttons. This is an academic venture, nothing more. He doubts Sunday would allow things to go beyond that, unmarred as he is. Once undone, what the shirt opens to is impossible to miss, a dark mark against otherwise unblemished skin. Gallagher reaches out to touch it, and doesn't think better of it. His fingertips graze the tattoo's outer rim, the curved line between murky chaos and Sunday's natural, blissful order. )
You just woke up like this? ...Looks like you were branded.
( So, Hell has a cult.
He pulls his touch away with a scrape of nail as he hastily looks down at himself. Nothing on his chest aside from the large, off-center scarring and hair along his pecs. His torso is much in the same way, scarred but devoid of anything that he hasn't placed there himself. )
Look for me. If there's anything, it's probably in a place I can't see.