how did you get this scar ? goosey :^)
It was a strange sort of domesticity they’d developed in their time together, at least it felt that way for her. This life was something entirely new, living day by day, never knowing what might come next, or where they’d rest their head for the night. Why it was a relief, those nights they’d find something akin to shelter- a run down shack that had something that resembled a roof and walls, or in their case, a settlement which offered lodging for only a few caps a night. She’d take what she could get, knowing that so long as they locked the door, they’d be somewhat safe for the night.
It gave her a chance to let her guard down, freshen up for the long road ahead. In truth, a part of her never expected him to look her way- and try as she might to be modest, there was only so much she could do in a one bedroom space with little to no privacy. Her shirt needed to be washed, and she wasn’t about to take this moment of respite for granted. Even if it meant exposing herself for a time- but it seemed the jagged scar wouldn’t go unnoticed. A stark contrast to the rest of her unmarred flesh, for in the vault, being hurt to such a degree was almost unheard of. The worst for some was a papercut, a slip of a razor when shaving, a scrape of the knee, but this? This scar was made with an intent to kill- surely he could pick up on that.
“Oh, this?” As if there were anything other scars to compare to, a finger would gently trace over the surface, her brow softly knitting as visions of that night would flicker through her mind. “I know it might be difficult to believe, but this was actually prior to me leaving my vault. Well, rather it was the reason all this started- what with my father being taken from my vault, me venturing after him against the better wishes of my vault. Breaking myself out to come and find him all sort of came from… this.” It was in that moment that she realized the truth- that’d never once had she brought this up. Maybe expecting him to ask, but how was he ever to assume? Her gaze would drop to the floor, her usual confidence wavering in such subtleties. Teeth trapping her lower lip, hands coming together before her, subtly tracing over the finger they’d once exchanged. Would he think less of her, knowing the truth?
“I was married once, and by that I mean... for a few hours?” Her description was hardly helping her cause, “It’s a long story. In my vault, I was unable to find a suitable marriage partner, and when that happens well, unfortunately you have to find other means of contributing to the vault. Not ideal, to marry someone you don’t know, but I wanted to do my part so… I married a stranger. Turns out he wasn’t actually from a vault so…”
She knew when she was rambling too much, so she’d stop herself, assuming he wouldn’t care all too much for the details. “We didn’t... work out, you could say.”
