[He stays quiet, offering only a tiny nod of approval to move forward. It's only Elsword, and it's only to make sure it heals right... but he can't help but shiver at the touch. No matter how much time passes, no matter how much he paints over that scar, tries to forget it ever existed...
He closes his eye, trying not to think about it. Just think about the warm sigils seeping into his skin, Elsword's calloused and caring hands. It's fine. Everything is going to be fine.
... it doesn't hurt anymore, but he still brings up a hand to trace the edges of it. Tiny, almost invisible scratches, barely even noticeable by the naked eye...]
... it'll have to do. Thank you.
[(later, he'll cover it up with bandages, at least until the faint scars have faded completely)]
How does your arm feel? Any numbness yet? [they are taking turns like its feelings-tennis]
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He closes his eye, trying not to think about it. Just think about the warm sigils seeping into his skin, Elsword's calloused and caring hands. It's fine. Everything is going to be fine.
... it doesn't hurt anymore, but he still brings up a hand to trace the edges of it. Tiny, almost invisible scratches, barely even noticeable by the naked eye...]
... it'll have to do. Thank you.
[(later, he'll cover it up with bandages, at least until the faint scars have faded completely)]
How does your arm feel? Any numbness yet? [they are taking turns like its feelings-tennis]