LUKE SKYWALKER › how did you get this scar ?
it’s not that she forgets about them. it’s just that they are no longer a constant fixture in her life : the scarring is, for the most part, healed. she has more than she’d care to admit, most of which are faint, unseen unless you know they’re there. but there are a select few that are prominent. the one on her hip is the most visible, it spans the length of her upper thigh to just below her ribs. but it’s, for the most part, covered by an array of branches etched in to her skin in black ink. that, she couldn’t bear to look at every day : because that had almost killed her. there’s scattered scars visible at her collar, littered across her clavicle and visible only if you’re close. shrapnel. it had taken hours to painstakingly remove every piece. but that’s not the one he’s asking after.
her eyes are drawn downwards, her wrist gently held in his hand as he turns her arm over, and there’s a thin line on the inside of her forearm, just below her elbow. ❝ russia. ❞ she says quietly, a wince accompanying her words as phantom pains shoot up her arm at the memory. she had been running from the toclafane, her key held tightly in one hand as she tried to slip through a broken fence. it’s her own fault : but it’s the first physical mark on her body from the year. not the first injury, not the first wound, but it’s the first scar. her other hand moves, thumb brushing lightly over the line, and she shrugged.
❝ i tried to crawl through a chain fence and my arm got caught on a wire. ❞ her adrenaline at the time had been coursing through her veins tenfold, and although the pain had registered, she couldn’t afford to stop. so she had kept running, her arm cradled against her stomach as she found her way in to a warehouse where she could hide for the night. the only reason it had scarred was because she didn’t have the necessary supplies on her then to stitch the wound together, and by the time she had them, it was too late. she’s just lucky it hadn’t gotten infected.
her body had taken a beating during that year. pushed to it’s absolute limits and it had taken time to heal. her eyes rise to luke’s, and she smiled lightly. ❝ i did tell you i’m TOUGHER than i look. ❞ years ago, when she was younger, when she had met luke for the first time, he had known her. he had known her like she hadn’t known herself and that had been ... confusing, and terrifying, but it made sense now. knowing what she knew, what was still coming for him but had already happened for her : time travel. it wasn’t the easiest to navigate.
› meme here, accepting, @solereus.
