"What did you do?" { ohp pls disregard that last ask. 🙏 }
7. Your muse walks in on mine changing and sees their scars.
Shixun always considered himself a prideful person; the type of person who had no need or no interest in receiving help from others. He had the type of mentality that anything he needed or wanted, he could achieve by himself; but just as most things in life, sometimes things don't always go in his favor. That's how he finds himself inside of a vacant room in a stranger's apartment, soaking wet and feeling sightly embarrassed by his own misfortune. The fabric of his clothing was clinging to his skin, moisture dripping down to pool around his feet as he stood there staring at the spare change of clothes the female offered him. More than anything, he felt like an intrusion.
It takes him longer to accept the hospitality given before he's finally stripping out of his clothes, peeling each one off piece by piece. The towel he had been offered was as warm and dry as he'd liked to be, but as he began soaking up the droplets of rainwater from his torso, it was becoming anything but the mirror image of what he'd like to be at that moment. As he slid the soft fabric against his skin, his eyes would glance down at the array of barely faded scars that remained after all these years and a fleeting memory of how he acquired them. The flashback of that day came crashing onto him like an unavoidable wave and he was entranced by the memories, halting his movements to trace a finger along one prominent one and completely unaware of the presence lingering by the doorway.
