The cut made an arc that was nearly artistry, curving down from below his collarbone to under his pectoral muscle in a single smooth sweep.
"Sparring with Zecht," he said, briefly, this time without proffered explanation. When her hand stopped at the edge of the scar, covering his heart, he covered her hand in turn with his own.
I...my jaw dropped at this. I flail so very worshipfully in your direction.
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Date: 2007-07-26 02:09 am (UTC)"Sparring with Zecht," he said, briefly, this time without proffered explanation. When her hand stopped at the edge of the scar, covering his heart, he covered her hand in turn with his own.
I...my jaw dropped at this. I flail so very worshipfully in your direction.
And yes. Impending discussion. Scars. Brilliant.