Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars
They are sitting at the beach again, warm sunlight bathing them both in a shine akin to holy as the sun sets, seemingly sinks into the ocean. The sight makes a shiver run up his spine, as do Brandt’s fingers grazing his skin. It’s been awhile since Alexej has allowed anyone to get close enough to do this, has been awhile since he felt comfortable letting anyone touch him this intimately. Not that he’s going to tell Brandt, that smug asshole.
The man’s hand wanders up his back to his throat and his heart starts pounding faster, anxiety settling into his chest like a cold stone, spreading into every limb and making his mouth grow dry. “Got lost?” He grunts out, trying to sound annoyed but ending up with a tone just short of pathetic."No, didn’t wanna look at y’ugly back anymore." Brandt’s gruff voice grumbles into his ear and Alexej grins shakily, a slight ease settling over him as he tries to fight the instinct to cover his throat with both hands, to shove the man away from him and flee as far as he can, flee as he did a year ago. It’s silent again, the waves crashing onto the shore, as Brandt speaks again. “How did y’get this?” He asks, tone just a hint softer, light enough to miss it if it weren’t for the deathful stillness surrounding them. Another shiver runs up Alexej’s spine as he tries to calm the erratic beat of his heart. It’s been years but he still can’t contain his horror at the memory. He doesn’t think he ever will."Slit throat." He chokes out between grit teeth. The hand stills. His blood is pounding in his ears."Thought so." Brandt murmurs, hand still on his friend’s throat, careful not to apply any pressure. "But how?" He doesn’t specify, but the question is obvious. How did you survive? It’s a good question. One he has asked himself many times.He plasters a somewhat humorless grin onto his face. “You take knife. Slit throat.” Alexej mimics the act with shaky fingers. “Done.” Swearing he can feel Brandt rolling his eyes he forces himself into a careless shrug. “Well…” He gestures to himself. “Or not.”
The man doesn’t reply, just leaves his fingers on the scarred tissue. It tingles beneath the touch. He swallows the bile rising up his throat."Pretty badass." He finally says, carefully tracing fingers over the scar again. "Don’t get too cocky about it though."Alexej’s lips twitch. He continues watching the waves.
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