Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
♕ ♢ --- It started out simply enough.
>All they were doing was sitting down, the chattering around turning into a familiar hum as the Malfoy heir sat down, slightly swirling a drink in his hand. <
Then she came over, a gentle fire that could so easily burn by touch. He wasn't prepared in the slightest, gaze transfixed forward, thoughts colliding till he wasn't even sure what the primary one was. A soft tune came out, asking a question he usually would have ignored. It was gentle, so it was easy to dismiss. Than came the touch, on the top of his collar, suggesting it was a mark that needed to be noticed right then, right there. No longer concealed to the naked eye.
His back arches, one: because someone touched him, two: because every scar he bore was tattooed on him with dark magic that liked to hum like an unseen heat.
"--What in blazes!" an exclaim broke out as his arm propped up as he twisted in her direction, hand curling towards himself as if he could catch a touch that was no longer present. Under furrowed eyebrows were piercing silver eyes. His glare said it all: don't touch me.