beginning one hazy summer day || university
Victor always wondered about his skin, and what was inked there. There were glimpses, and they were common; seen in between moments when sleeves were rolled up or he had some reason other than that to bare his skin to Victor. It wasn't often that he was allowed to see, properly, quite like this. Though-- though, he wondered if allow was quite the word; the other did not prevent him from seeing, it was merely a matter of lack of opportune moment, and lack of a need. There was no concrete need for a thing just about now. Apart from, perhaps, nicotine, and that was accounted for by the cigarette dangling from Victor's fingers as his eyes traced over the marks on his friend's skin.
There was something akin to fascination in his expression, to see them so clearly, lit by the light of a sun not obscured by clouds, though it would be just a matter of time now, bared to him, opened to his knowledge. Oh, and he was getting overly poetic in his own head. Bad habit, needed to cut it out-- bit like the smoking. He took a thoughtful drag, before holding the cigarette out to the other young man. "William," he finally said, sitting up a little from his position leant back on his elbow, ankles crossed, "You know-- I've never seen them properly before now."
