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Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
It was so very easy to forget that she had nightmares written into her very skin. So very easy to disregard the discolored yellow scars decorating her back, crisscrossing X's that had once bled and bled until she had lost consciousness. Scars that had taken days to heal, even with her speeding immune system. Scars that, when she had first come to Earth and joined the Teen Titans, had often reopened.
She was quick to adjust her shirt, covering the scars and racing two steps backwards, eyes wide and a scream locked in her throat. She raised her arms together, starting to gather the energy of a starbolt and half expecting the cuffs to reappear and burn her skin. The sight of the wide blue eyes of her dearest friend made Starfire return to herself. Her arms dropped, starbolt dissipating.
“Do not touch them," she whispered, a broken sound coming from a broken girl. “Never touch them."