[ A smile flashed against the pretty divot of her shoulder, dispersed by the exploratory press of his lips across her skin. ]
So you do. [ Still balanced on one arm, he wraps his other around her, coarse thumb smoothing over her own constellate scars as they fall across her back. They feel like a map he doesn't yet know how to read, but he can still marvel at the sensation of it — the paths that years of violence have drawn on her. Not for the first time, he thinks... it's tenderness that scars most prominently. ] Seems like we're even more well-matched than you'd think, aren't we?
[ It'd be easy to think of their benefactors playing matchmaker, aligning these scars like the flourish of a lucky hand, but Lighter doesn't. He's going to weave this encounter with his own hands. He's choosing it because it matters.
Pulling back, Lighter shifts in a twist of the sheets, nudging her back. ]
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So you do. [ Still balanced on one arm, he wraps his other around her, coarse thumb smoothing over her own constellate scars as they fall across her back. They feel like a map he doesn't yet know how to read, but he can still marvel at the sensation of it — the paths that years of violence have drawn on her. Not for the first time, he thinks... it's tenderness that scars most prominently. ] Seems like we're even more well-matched than you'd think, aren't we?
[ It'd be easy to think of their benefactors playing matchmaker, aligning these scars like the flourish of a lucky hand, but Lighter doesn't. He's going to weave this encounter with his own hands. He's choosing it because it matters.
Pulling back, Lighter shifts in a twist of the sheets, nudging her back. ]
How's laying back down sound?