“you don’t have t’ pretend you don’t see ‘em.” he turned his bared forearm in the light, the scars glinting with ugly shine in the muted, clouded sun. he smiled with slight, reassuring amusement. “have t’ be blind if you missed ‘em.” and the ones on his arms, neck, and jaw weren’t even the worst. // @grimmeaelling / JASPER HALE starter call ; selectively accepting











