[ It may be painless and small, but Yugamu still jerks back on reflex at the sensation, fingers brushing the handle of his infuser all the same. His gaze locks onto the source for all of a few seconds before his head tilts back to look up, and he can't say he likes the sight.
This is...not what he was expecting. He's not sure what he was expecting, really, but it wasn't this. The snap of blue eyes is to catalogue everything, though it lingers on the bandages and what seem to be a nigh endless row of pockmarked scars.
A vision in his head of black roses engulfing pale flesh, ripping through the skin and blossoming like rot on a corpse. His stomach churns further. ]
...Does that surprise you?
[ Yugamu catches the thorn, letting it dig into his glove, his flesh. ]
I didn't plan on digging it out after all this time, but I figured better to be safe than sorry. Not that I'm too happy about it, mind you, I thought I'd done a pretty good job of leaving the whole 'bloodshed' thing behind me.
cw
This is...not what he was expecting. He's not sure what he was expecting, really, but it wasn't this. The snap of blue eyes is to catalogue everything, though it lingers on the bandages and what seem to be a nigh endless row of pockmarked scars.
A vision in his head of black roses engulfing pale flesh, ripping through the skin and blossoming like rot on a corpse. His stomach churns further. ]
...Does that surprise you?
[ Yugamu catches the thorn, letting it dig into his glove, his flesh. ]
I didn't plan on digging it out after all this time, but I figured better to be safe than sorry. Not that I'm too happy about it, mind you, I thought I'd done a pretty good job of leaving the whole 'bloodshed' thing behind me.