[ Why is she here, why is she shifting in, why is she pressing into the pale plummet between Aki's breasts, dead center, sliding south to that darkened score in her skin? Why's she so nervous?
To begin with, does it have to matter that much?
Her fingers recoil into a tucked fist immediately after touching down on the scar, briefly stricken by how warm her skin is. Warmer than how her hands felt before. She avoids eye contact, lips pressed tight. After a strained second, she seems to vault over whatever mental block was in her way and reaches over again, pairing her middle and index fingers together to tentatively settle at the spot. It really is barely there. Gently rubbing in a circle, as Aki did earlier to blend away her blemishes, proving that these things could be hidden. That fear is something that could be shed, too. ]
Da-dan… Death — go away! Pain — no more!
[ She mumbles an incomprehensible series of words, then darts in to push her lips against the small depression. It's chaste and short, hardly a countable measurement of time, before she jerks herself back. Red in the face as she forces herself to explain. ]
Um, I knew a nice lady who used to do that whenever she saw I had a new scab or somethin'. [ Chant a spell and then kiss the boo-boo away, that's what she did. She was one the prostitutes that frequented the hideout the yakuza would use from time to time. Would shoo her off whenever it got too late at night. ] I used 'ta think she was just trying to steal 'em from me, but she said that it's no good for girls to get hurt. That I gotta take care of myself, so that when I get older I'll find a guy who'll wanna take care of me, too.
[ Had her cards come crashing down differently, Denji would have carried her scars the same way. They would have kept her company like this, maybe she wouldn't remember how she received every one, wouldn't want to, but they'd be a part of her. Probably, she'd have more of them than Aki by the time she grew as old as her.
Maybe the lady's trick meant nothing, but it used to make the sting of her scrapes taste sweeter whenever she'd suck on them. ]
…When I gave my eye away, I used to feel it hurting a lot, even though it wasn't there anymore. I can't remember if scars are the same way, but y'know, just in case.
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To begin with, does it have to matter that much?
Her fingers recoil into a tucked fist immediately after touching down on the scar, briefly stricken by how warm her skin is. Warmer than how her hands felt before. She avoids eye contact, lips pressed tight. After a strained second, she seems to vault over whatever mental block was in her way and reaches over again, pairing her middle and index fingers together to tentatively settle at the spot. It really is barely there. Gently rubbing in a circle, as Aki did earlier to blend away her blemishes, proving that these things could be hidden. That fear is something that could be shed, too. ]
Da-dan… Death — go away! Pain — no more!
[ She mumbles an incomprehensible series of words, then darts in to push her lips against the small depression. It's chaste and short, hardly a countable measurement of time, before she jerks herself back. Red in the face as she forces herself to explain. ]
Um, I knew a nice lady who used to do that whenever she saw I had a new scab or somethin'. [ Chant a spell and then kiss the boo-boo away, that's what she did. She was one the prostitutes that frequented the hideout the yakuza would use from time to time. Would shoo her off whenever it got too late at night. ] I used 'ta think she was just trying to steal 'em from me, but she said that it's no good for girls to get hurt. That I gotta take care of myself, so that when I get older I'll find a guy who'll wanna take care of me, too.
[ Had her cards come crashing down differently, Denji would have carried her scars the same way. They would have kept her company like this, maybe she wouldn't remember how she received every one, wouldn't want to, but they'd be a part of her. Probably, she'd have more of them than Aki by the time she grew as old as her.
Maybe the lady's trick meant nothing, but it used to make the sting of her scrapes taste sweeter whenever she'd suck on them. ]
…When I gave my eye away, I used to feel it hurting a lot, even though it wasn't there anymore. I can't remember if scars are the same way, but y'know, just in case.