she’s hesitant at first , but eventually gloved hand draws towards she toxin &. carefully do fingers trace over the center of blake’s neck , then down to the very evident scar blemishing her abdomen. ❛ ... i’m sorry , blake. i shoulda gotten t ‘ you sooner. do — do they still hurt .. ? ❜
unprompted. ( always acc. )
the initial flinch was violent and sudden, enough to make one believe that it had, in fact, been incited by violence. there was once a time when that was all she – umbra could remember. a gentle touch, a seemingly tender caress of her cheek would be accented by a sudden slap, the soft adjustment of midnight hair, tucking the tufts behind her human ear would lead to the abrupt tugging on her feline ones, ink strands wrapped ‘round fists and pulled as if made makeshift reigns. the sheer terror of a butterfly touch even now made her hesitant. belladonna knew not of generosity without recompense, of a kindness without some kind of hidden, ulterior motive meant to cause eventual torture. even now, if honey hue strayed from the gentle lilac of yang’s eyes then any kind of touch could have been taurus’ lecherous hands.
mutter dark and near scathing, though the resentful ire wasn’t directed at yang. the distance in blake’s eyes made that clear. ‘ don’t you dare apologise for what that monster did. ’ he had just been “ adam ” all this time, until those who had become precious to her got in the line of fire ; first ilia, and then yang. there was no clear distinguishing point between his devolvement into vile beast, and only that it had happened without blake’s conscious observation. maybe she had just turned a blind eye. the realisation of that over the years had made her hate herself. but — oh, the affections which lined her thoughts for sun scaled phoenix might had slowly started engulfing those insecurities. to love so recklessly, so wholly, that she forgot what hating herself felt like. the phantom pains both spiked and dulled with memories of a faux decapitation. the scar remained, but —
slowly did felid take her gloved hand — her prosthetic, as if to say “ i love every part of you ” — to press plush lips to the knuckles.
‘ scars fade over time. ’ @sheburned.
