He doesn't pull away, doesn't flinch when she slides the pads of her fingers against his skin. Her hand brushing across and up to his elbow before curling around his arm. She slides her hand back down to his fingertips before tugging her hand gently out of her grasp. She holds his hand leaning forward and shifting so that his hand is closer to her chest before she tugs his hand to the t-shirt and the scar on her shoulder.
Ragged edges, circular, gunshot wound. For flinching, for reacting, she got the one in her thigh for reacting to the first one. She soon learned not to react to pain.
"My father gave me this to teach me when I was six... it wasn't the only one." Cass murmured softly. "Haven't we all died and been brought back?"
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Date: 2012-07-30 09:12 pm (UTC)Ragged edges, circular, gunshot wound. For flinching, for reacting, she got the one in her thigh for reacting to the first one. She soon learned not to react to pain.
"My father gave me this to teach me when I was six... it wasn't the only one." Cass murmured softly. "Haven't we all died and been brought back?"