& (((Matthewwwww and i mean he probably just has normal scars from fallin off swings and being a boy)))
Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
I took this a completely different way. Oops. Love me still?
Matthew and Nathan were laying on Matthew’s bed, the smaller blond male, curled into Matthew’s side. It was pouring down rain outside, too wet and slippery on their roof to even try to sit out there, and Matthew didn’t want to risk it. He had invited Nathan over, making him come through the front door rather than across their roofs, just to make sure he didn’t slip and fall to his death (or just getting sincerely injured, but he always thought the worst). He liked days like these, the sound of the rain beating down against the window as the storm raged on outside, but as soon as there was thunder, he wouldn’t like it and he’d start shaking.
Thankfully, this was just a rainstorm, no thunder or lightening, so he had nothing to worry about, besides the boy wrapped up in his arms. He was wearing short sleeves for one of the first times around Nathan, and it was a huge step for him. Now that Nathan knew about Andrew beating him, he knew he no longer had to hide the scars and bruises from him. It was a quite a relieving, free feeling. Wrapped up with him, Matthew felt so warm and safe, allowing his eyes to close as they cuddled. He felt Nathan’s finger gently start tracing the scar that ran over his upper arm, tracing it back and forth. Matthew tensed a bit, but he didn’t pull away. He still hadn’t let Nathan see all of his scars yet, and that one was one of the worst. “I… I see you found it,” he whispered softly, pulling back a bit and opening his eyes to look down at Nathan. “I’m guessing you want to know why I have it?”