[ Yet another surprise. It only takes a second before she decides to accept it, slipping her hand around his arm. It was an added comfort, something she seems to be craving more and more recently.
And here was saying, saying she had nothing to be thankful for? ]
I was...a little worried. I figured you must be okay, but...it's nice to really see it.
[ Her hand squeezes his arm lightly, and she nods. Her wounds were healing well enough, and she was in less pain. She's quite used to being paranoid, but the support from others has aided in that.]
Enough to go back out and work.
Do you..think you'll be coming back soon?
[ Alex's gaze lifts towards his face this time, her eyes hopeful. Her breaks were a little lonelier without him to bother. ]
[ It's still strange that people care about him. He has such a poor view of himself that he can't imagine why anyone would care about him, much less miss having him around. Has he really changed that much...? The answer is yes, of course, but sometimes he doesn't realize how significant the changes are.
The question shakes Berserker out of his thoughts. ]
Yes...I have to. If I don't, then that just means the bastards that took us win. [ Even if that entire family was dead now, the fear of those that were taken captive still meant they had a hold on them. ] So I will be back. I probably won't be walking home alone for some time, but I accept that.
[ Diarmuid still worries about losing him again, he knows that. Having an escort home is a small price to pay for some sort of return to normalcy. ]
A lot was taken from us...But we'll take it right back.
[ And she was glad he could be. That even the strong still needed support was..humanizing, in a way.
"We" had such a powerful feeling to it, knowing that she wasn't alone, and also that he thought she was capable of such a thing as well. It instilled a little bit of confidence in her. Possibly a little more than that. ]
This gift, and you coming here..
[ Alex looks back up at him this time, not so much doubting his intentions, more curiosity really, and maybe just a hint of teasing. ]
[ Ah...He can tell she's teasing him, just a little bit. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips for a moment. ]
Something like that. Maybe I just wanted to check in on those I haven't seen...And reward them for their misplaced kindness.
[ He might be teasing just a little bit, too, but it's hard to tell with his tone. It's strange to think he's capable of teasing with how apathetic he used to be. ]
[ His smile only makes hers go wider, but she raises an eyebrow at the comment. Really, there he goes again with saying it's misplaced kindness, even if it might be in the form of a joke.
She leans her head against his arm, shrugging her shoulders. ]
I think I'm putting what I want exactly where I want it.
[ Her head tilts upwards to look at him, but doesn't raise it off of him just yet. ]
I really am glad you came though. My breaks have been getting a little lonely.
[ He doesn't even try to shrug off the way she leans on his arm. No, all of this is appreciated. Her presence, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, is a comfort right now. ]
If you say so.
[ He decides to leave that point alone for now. ]
...I didn't think anyone would miss my presence. [ Because he's not the nicest person in the world. ] It'll be...nice to have some kind of normalcy back. And our little talks.
[ Even if they sometimes felt pointless to him. It was harmless to indulge her, though, and it seemed to make her happy. That was reason enough to humor her. ]
[ Even if she had said it, would he believe that? ]
You leave more of an impact than you realize...You would be missed.
[ At least, she felt so on her part. Everyone who has shown her some form of kindness left a lasting impression on her, and he was certainly one fo them. ]
But I'm glad that I don't have to anymore.
[ Theres a drop of water that lands on her hand, and then another, and another, her scales appearing wherever the droplets hit. A light sprinkle from the sky. Which wouldn't be a problem, if it weren't for what she was. ]
Ah! We need to run!
[ She tugs on his arm, heading towards the nearest cover--somewhere in case it got stronger. A little sprinkle wasn't too bad, but anything more was going to be a hassle. ]
[ He's about to say something when he feels the rain and the urgency in her voice. Right. Merrow. Of course he's going to be a bit of jerk about it, because it wouldn't be Berserker without it. ]
You should carry an umbrella during the rainy months.
[ It's a gentle jab without teeth.
He tugs her closer to his side and spreads his wing out to at least give her some refuge from the water. An overhang in front of an unidentifiable business is the nearest cover -- potentially something shady, judging by the lack of clear signage and tinted windows. Potentially a brothel, too. Or it could be yet another bar.
The rain starts to fall heavier and Berserker frowns just slightly for a moment. ]
Hmph...I never thought I'd feel lucky to be what I am.
[ Tugging him didn't even get the guy to budge, but one yank and she's falling back towards him like a rag doll. She hears the rustling of his wings, and suddenly no more rain drops falling on her head.
She does make a face at the jab, her browns knitting and her lips pouting just a little. ]
I just forgot it this time..!
[ It's not the first though, and probably not going to be the last.
They make it to better shade, but the rain just comes down harder. She might be in boots, another precaution, but it was going to be difficult avoiding getting too wet in this situation. At his statement, her eyes glance up at his wing, which was giving her some extra protection. ]
....Is it okay for you have your wing out like that?
[ She can see the scars, unconsciously reaching out to touch one of them carefully. ]
[ His wing flexes just slightly and he bites back an involuntary sound. They're quite sensitive, even as scarred as they are now. He doesn't fold it back or tell her to stop, though. It feels...odd to have someone touch his scars. They're a very permanent reminder of what he went through.
And, truth be told, his wings are still healing. They'd been almost totally destroyed and, even with the intervention of the infirmary witches, it would take some time for them to be back to what they should have been. Stretching them out no longer caused him pain, at least, a heartening sign. ]
It doesn't hurt. [ His voice is softer, than he meant it to be. ] Even if it did, I would endure it to protect you.
[ The way he phrases it is a little bit stronger than he might mean it; to him, pain is worth it to protect someone he considers an ally. ]
[ Hey might not be pulling away, but the flinch was enough of an answer. And yet, his words contradict that-- and do much more.
The sounds of any remaining people running off for cover, and even the downpour of rain seem to fade out as his gentle voice echoes in her ears. It takes her by surprise, and it takes a moment for her to remember how the man could be. But even as far as courtesies go, this seemed to cross that line.
Alex doesn't turn to face him, her hand squeezing his arm more and her head ducking away, admittedly pretty embarrassed with how warm her face and ears got from that statement. It was almost tempting to use the rain to feel her head down. Really, he should be more careful with the words he chooses. ]
Water won't hurt me...and I don't...want you to do that for me. It'd hurt more if you did.
[ As if she wouldn't do the same for him in a heartbeat. ]
[ Not an ally, but a friend. He's getting more used to the concept and more comfortable with using the word to describe those he's close to.
Rain runs down the leathery, uneven surface of his wing in rivulets, draining off of the tips of the bones to the ground below. In the light of the magitech lamps, there's something almost mystical about the atmosphere. Berserker keeps her close, his grip gentle yet protective. ]
Would it be alright if I carried you home instead?
[ Now that has her looking back at him, but with more of a happier glint in her eyes. Did he really consider her as one...? That seemed like more than Alex could hope for, so it wasn't something she wanted to assume. That meant she could call him that as well, right...?
The thrum of the droplets against his wings echoed in her ears like the beating of her heart, his touch as soft as the light around them.
A part of her immediately wants to reject the offer. How could she possibly hassle him even more than she has already? But..if her legs end up changing, it would be a pain for him anyway. Knowing him..he'd still offer to help. Her eyes lower to her hands which had shifted to his torso since he'd pulled her closer. There a tiny part of her that doesn't want to leave just yet, to just bask in the moment.
But the last thing she wanted was him getting sick from this or something. It's funny though, how he's helping her out, and he still asks her for permission. He was always so considerate of her. ]
So--[ She stops herself. ] I'd...appreciate that, thank you.
[ For a man capable of such great brutality, he's also capable of surprising gentleness. Berserker carefully picks her up bridal-style, cradling her in his arms and against his chest. Even carrying her like this, he still tries to shield her as best he can with his wings. It may seem altruistic, but it's simply easier this way -- that and he's driven to protect his allies. He's grown extremely protective of those he cares about, especially those that suffered along with him. ]
Is this alright?
[ His steps are careful and measured. There's no need to hurry more than necessary; the rain will fall and eventually stop. There's something peaceful about the rainfall in the mostly empty streets, droplets bouncing off of rooftops, awnings, and the odd plant. The normal undercurrent of anxiety that usually gnaws at him in this place is gone...How strange. ]
[ He hoists her up like she weighed nothing at all, his body emitting a pleasant warmth despite the weather. Or maybe it was just her own face which she can't help but cover at this moment, especially after his question. ]
It's.....really....embarrassing, actually.
[ God, she felt helpless, but not so much like their time in confinement. Spoiled was probably more accurate, which is not something she is used to or is comfortable with just yet. This way of being handled was so foreign to her. She can't quite put her finger on it, but even the ambience of it of their surroundings made her feel odd and out of place. ]
But..I am comfortable, thank you...
[ Her place wasn't all that far from where they were, but it still felt like forever. Flustered as she was, Alex couldn't deny that it was relaxing, even if the trip was in silence. There was a certain kind of comfort and ease she felt when she was around him, something still and safe. ]
If I'm getting heavy for you you can put me down...We're getting close and we can just run the rest of the way.
[ Expecting her to run when he's plenty strong enough to carry her without fatigue is silly, so he doesn't even dignify that statement with a response. It feels...nice to hold her like this, actually. After the comfort she gave to him in captivity and her attempts to free him, however futile they may have been, this is the least he can do.
The streets are mostly empty from the combination of the late hour and rain. Those who are out and about scurry to find shelter, so there's few left to look at the odd pair. Not that anyone lets their gaze linger too long on the intimidating-looking dragon, anyway. It makes for a peaceful, if surreal walk, and it has the side benefit of sparing Alex's dignity.
Berserker carefully lets her down as they reach her doorstep. He doesn't move to leave just yet. ]
[ One foot after the other presses back onto the ground, but the moment he says what sounds like a farewell, the hand resting on his arm grips at his damp clothes. ]
At--at least dry off first...and wait till the rain dies down a little..?
[ She wanted to make up for the lift somehow. And maybe, she didn't want him to go just yet. ]
[ That gets a confused look. It'd be easier to walk home and endure the rain for a little while longer, but for some reason, he stops. Berserker looks at her for a few moments in silence as the rain continues to fall. ]
...If you're going to insist, I'll wait for a little bit longer.
[ He would only need to let Diarmuid know he'd be home later so he didn't worry. ]
[ Yes, she is very much insisting, stepping aside so he can come in.
Alex goes on ahead to start the fire after placing his gift down on the dining table, gesturing for him to sit on the chair that she moves closer to the fire place. There's not much furniture, it's only her after all, but still enough for some company. There are some flowers here and there, but not much else in terms of decorating. ]
I'll get you some towels.
[ She says as she moves yet another chair next to him, scurrying about as quickly as she can. ]
You can drape your clothes on there so they can dry up.
[ She'd offer him some of Worrick's but, as her eyes look over his wings and even just his size alone...she doubts it would fit. ]
[ Ah...Well, that's fine. Berserker's quite used to casual nudity and thinks nothing of stripping off his wet clothes.
As his clothes come off, the damage done in captivity becomes apparent. The scarring on his shoulder, originally from the Dorchacht Wilde and made a target of cruelty by the Rathmores and their associates, cuts through the tattoo on his upper arm with jagged lines and through the patch of scales (a similar scar in on the opposite thigh); scars from knives stabbed into him in self-defense when he was set on fellow mirrorbounds dot his ribs and sides, a few scars from knives cut into the plates on his tail; deep clawmarks mar his back and shoulders around his wings, cutting irregular lines through the scales there, obviously from the same source as those that destroyed his wings.
He makes no effort to hide these marks -- they're simply a part of him now and a very permanent reminder of what he went through. He does, however, have the courtesy to cover himself with his hands in some semblance of decency. ]
[ It's not so much his nudity that has Alex staring when she returns, more than one towel in her arms, but the scars that littered his body. She'd seen his body before, explored it a few times even, and none of those were there then. But she did recognize a couple of them, but they were fresh at the time. The glow of the fire against his skin brought her back to that time, the chill from the rain almost similar to the dampness of their cells. She's not as drenched as he is, thanks to him, of course.
Her grip on the towels tighten as she walks over to him, crouching down by his side as she places the stack on his lap, save for one that she keeps in her hand. Alex glances up at him at then, holding the towel up slightly. ]
[ Something better to keep himself decent than just his hands. He grips the cloth in his hand for a moment as he looks to her. He recognizes that look -- he's had that look before. Remembering what happened...His body is nothing more than a reminder of that time right now. Somehow, that makes him feel ashamed, though he doesn't hide himself. ]
...You can do what you like. [ Softly. ] I trust you.
[ She hadn't expected him to say that, nor did she expect the feeling that came with it. There was something scary about having someone's trust, such as breaking it, but also having earned it filled her with something she couldn't quite describe.
Pushing herself up, she moves to one side to start with his wings, as they took on most of the water. They're more scarred than she realized, his whole body is actually, making her even more doubtful about it not hurting. Or maybe it was just painful to see the extent of what they did to him.
Despite what he may have said, Alex was still careful as she starts to wipe down his wing. The merrow couldn't find much to say in this moment, rather, she felt she shouldn't. With just the crackling of the fire, the pitter-patter of rain against her windows pain, it felt like the silence was already filled, and small talk would just destroy it.
While she slowly strokes with the towel, she uses her other hand to press gently against the wing to steady it, fingers brushing against some of the scars. ]
[ It's a strikingly intimate moment and not just because of his barely covered nudity. Berserker barely lets anyone touch his wings due to their sensitivity; even as scarred as they are now, the slightest touch is enough to make him tense up. He doesn't protest at all, though, actually stretching his wings out to help her. He distracts himself by taking his hair out of its normal ponytail and drying it off with one of the extra towels.
Squeezing water from the length of his hair, he's the one to break the silence. ]
...A part of me truly believed I would never get out of there. [ A quiet admission as he feels Alex's finger trace along the scarring. ] And now we will always bear the marks of their cruelty.
[ They had shared many a quiet moment, so Alex was surprised when he broke the silence first. Her hands pause for a moment, before moving on to the next wing. The scars were just as bad, and while she may not have seen what they did first hand, she could only imagine based off her own experience. In a way, he was right, they were reminders of a dark time. ]
I thought so too. [ That she was never going to escape...It was a theme with her after all. She wipes at A scarred patch of wing softly, touching it with some affection afterwards. ]
And then I talked to you.
[ As deep of well of despair that place was, there were still moments that shone through. ]
Being with you there...it was one of the things that made me feel like I had to try.
[ Meeting so many people that she’s come to care about, she simply needed those reminders to push through. She presses her forehead to his wing, her voice going a little softer. ]
I haven’t thanked you for that yet..and I’m sorry it took so long.
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And here was saying, saying she had nothing to be thankful for? ]
I was...a little worried. I figured you must be okay, but...it's nice to really see it.
[ Her hand squeezes his arm lightly, and she nods. Her wounds were healing well enough, and she was in less pain. She's quite used to being paranoid, but the support from others has aided in that.]
Enough to go back out and work.
Do you..think you'll be coming back soon?
[ Alex's gaze lifts towards his face this time, her eyes hopeful. Her breaks were a little lonelier without him to bother. ]
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The question shakes Berserker out of his thoughts. ]
Yes...I have to. If I don't, then that just means the bastards that took us win. [ Even if that entire family was dead now, the fear of those that were taken captive still meant they had a hold on them. ] So I will be back. I probably won't be walking home alone for some time, but I accept that.
[ Diarmuid still worries about losing him again, he knows that. Having an escort home is a small price to pay for some sort of return to normalcy. ]
A lot was taken from us...But we'll take it right back.
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[ And she was glad he could be. That even the strong still needed support was..humanizing, in a way.
"We" had such a powerful feeling to it, knowing that she wasn't alone, and also that he thought she was capable of such a thing as well. It instilled a little bit of confidence in her. Possibly a little more than that. ]
This gift, and you coming here..
[ Alex looks back up at him this time, not so much doubting his intentions, more curiosity really, and maybe just a hint of teasing. ]
Is this another one of your 'courtesies'?
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Something like that. Maybe I just wanted to check in on those I haven't seen...And reward them for their misplaced kindness.
[ He might be teasing just a little bit, too, but it's hard to tell with his tone. It's strange to think he's capable of teasing with how apathetic he used to be. ]
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She leans her head against his arm, shrugging her shoulders. ]
I think I'm putting what I want exactly where I want it.
[ Her head tilts upwards to look at him, but doesn't raise it off of him just yet. ]
I really am glad you came though. My breaks have been getting a little lonely.
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If you say so.
[ He decides to leave that point alone for now. ]
...I didn't think anyone would miss my presence. [ Because he's not the nicest person in the world. ] It'll be...nice to have some kind of normalcy back. And our little talks.
[ Even if they sometimes felt pointless to him. It was harmless to indulge her, though, and it seemed to make her happy. That was reason enough to humor her. ]
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[ Even if she had said it, would he believe that? ]
You leave more of an impact than you realize...You would be missed.
[ At least, she felt so on her part. Everyone who has shown her some form of kindness left a lasting impression on her, and he was certainly one fo them. ]
But I'm glad that I don't have to anymore.
[ Theres a drop of water that lands on her hand, and then another, and another, her scales appearing wherever the droplets hit. A light sprinkle from the sky. Which wouldn't be a problem, if it weren't for what she was. ]
Ah! We need to run!
[ She tugs on his arm, heading towards the nearest cover--somewhere in case it got stronger. A little sprinkle wasn't too bad, but anything more was going to be a hassle. ]
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You should carry an umbrella during the rainy months.
[ It's a gentle jab without teeth.
He tugs her closer to his side and spreads his wing out to at least give her some refuge from the water. An overhang in front of an unidentifiable business is the nearest cover -- potentially something shady, judging by the lack of clear signage and tinted windows. Potentially a brothel, too. Or it could be yet another bar.
The rain starts to fall heavier and Berserker frowns just slightly for a moment. ]
Hmph...I never thought I'd feel lucky to be what I am.
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[ Tugging him didn't even get the guy to budge, but one yank and she's falling back towards him like a rag doll. She hears the rustling of his wings, and suddenly no more rain drops falling on her head.
She does make a face at the jab, her browns knitting and her lips pouting just a little. ]
I just forgot it this time..!
[ It's not the first though, and probably not going to be the last.
They make it to better shade, but the rain just comes down harder. She might be in boots, another precaution, but it was going to be difficult avoiding getting too wet in this situation. At his statement, her eyes glance up at his wing, which was giving her some extra protection. ]
....Is it okay for you have your wing out like that?
[ She can see the scars, unconsciously reaching out to touch one of them carefully. ]
You don't have to do this if it's painful...
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And, truth be told, his wings are still healing. They'd been almost totally destroyed and, even with the intervention of the infirmary witches, it would take some time for them to be back to what they should have been. Stretching them out no longer caused him pain, at least, a heartening sign. ]
It doesn't hurt. [ His voice is softer, than he meant it to be. ] Even if it did, I would endure it to protect you.
[ The way he phrases it is a little bit stronger than he might mean it; to him, pain is worth it to protect someone he considers an ally. ]
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The sounds of any remaining people running off for cover, and even the downpour of rain seem to fade out as his gentle voice echoes in her ears. It takes her by surprise, and it takes a moment for her to remember how the man could be. But even as far as courtesies go, this seemed to cross that line.
Alex doesn't turn to face him, her hand squeezing his arm more and her head ducking away, admittedly pretty embarrassed with how warm her face and ears got from that statement. It was almost tempting to use the rain to feel her head down. Really, he should be more careful with the words he chooses. ]
Water won't hurt me...and I don't...want you to do that for me. It'd hurt more if you did.
[ As if she wouldn't do the same for him in a heartbeat. ]
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[ Not an ally, but a friend. He's getting more used to the concept and more comfortable with using the word to describe those he's close to.
Rain runs down the leathery, uneven surface of his wing in rivulets, draining off of the tips of the bones to the ground below. In the light of the magitech lamps, there's something almost mystical about the atmosphere. Berserker keeps her close, his grip gentle yet protective. ]
Would it be alright if I carried you home instead?
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The thrum of the droplets against his wings echoed in her ears like the beating of her heart, his touch as soft as the light around them.
A part of her immediately wants to reject the offer. How could she possibly hassle him even more than she has already? But..if her legs end up changing, it would be a pain for him anyway. Knowing him..he'd still offer to help. Her eyes lower to her hands which had shifted to his torso since he'd pulled her closer. There a tiny part of her that doesn't want to leave just yet, to just bask in the moment.
But the last thing she wanted was him getting sick from this or something. It's funny though, how he's helping her out, and he still asks her for permission. He was always so considerate of her. ]
So--[ She stops herself. ] I'd...appreciate that, thank you.
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Is this alright?
[ His steps are careful and measured. There's no need to hurry more than necessary; the rain will fall and eventually stop. There's something peaceful about the rainfall in the mostly empty streets, droplets bouncing off of rooftops, awnings, and the odd plant. The normal undercurrent of anxiety that usually gnaws at him in this place is gone...How strange. ]
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It's.....really....embarrassing, actually.
[ God, she felt helpless, but not so much like their time in confinement. Spoiled was probably more accurate, which is not something she is used to or is comfortable with just yet. This way of being handled was so foreign to her. She can't quite put her finger on it, but even the ambience of it of their surroundings made her feel odd and out of place. ]
But..I am comfortable, thank you...
[ Her place wasn't all that far from where they were, but it still felt like forever. Flustered as she was, Alex couldn't deny that it was relaxing, even if the trip was in silence. There was a certain kind of comfort and ease she felt when she was around him, something still and safe. ]
If I'm getting heavy for you you can put me down...We're getting close and we can just run the rest of the way.
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The streets are mostly empty from the combination of the late hour and rain. Those who are out and about scurry to find shelter, so there's few left to look at the odd pair. Not that anyone lets their gaze linger too long on the intimidating-looking dragon, anyway. It makes for a peaceful, if surreal walk, and it has the side benefit of sparing Alex's dignity.
Berserker carefully lets her down as they reach her doorstep. He doesn't move to leave just yet. ]
I'll see you at work tomorrow.
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At--at least dry off first...and wait till the rain dies down a little..?
[ She wanted to make up for the lift somehow. And maybe, she didn't want him to go just yet. ]
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...If you're going to insist, I'll wait for a little bit longer.
[ He would only need to let Diarmuid know he'd be home later so he didn't worry. ]
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Alex goes on ahead to start the fire after placing his gift down on the dining table, gesturing for him to sit on the chair that she moves closer to the fire place. There's not much furniture, it's only her after all, but still enough for some company. There are some flowers here and there, but not much else in terms of decorating. ]
I'll get you some towels.
[ She says as she moves yet another chair next to him, scurrying about as quickly as she can. ]
You can drape your clothes on there so they can dry up.
[ She'd offer him some of Worrick's but, as her eyes look over his wings and even just his size alone...she doubts it would fit. ]
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[ Ah...Well, that's fine. Berserker's quite used to casual nudity and thinks nothing of stripping off his wet clothes.
As his clothes come off, the damage done in captivity becomes apparent. The scarring on his shoulder, originally from the Dorchacht Wilde and made a target of cruelty by the Rathmores and their associates, cuts through the tattoo on his upper arm with jagged lines and through the patch of scales (a similar scar in on the opposite thigh); scars from knives stabbed into him in self-defense when he was set on fellow mirrorbounds dot his ribs and sides, a few scars from knives cut into the plates on his tail; deep clawmarks mar his back and shoulders around his wings, cutting irregular lines through the scales there, obviously from the same source as those that destroyed his wings.
He makes no effort to hide these marks -- they're simply a part of him now and a very permanent reminder of what he went through. He does, however, have the courtesy to cover himself with his hands in some semblance of decency. ]
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Her grip on the towels tighten as she walks over to him, crouching down by his side as she places the stack on his lap, save for one that she keeps in her hand. Alex glances up at him at then, holding the towel up slightly. ]
Do you mind if I..?
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...You can do what you like. [ Softly. ] I trust you.
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Pushing herself up, she moves to one side to start with his wings, as they took on most of the water. They're more scarred than she realized, his whole body is actually, making her even more doubtful about it not hurting. Or maybe it was just painful to see the extent of what they did to him.
Despite what he may have said, Alex was still careful as she starts to wipe down his wing. The merrow couldn't find much to say in this moment, rather, she felt she shouldn't. With just the crackling of the fire, the pitter-patter of rain against her windows pain, it felt like the silence was already filled, and small talk would just destroy it.
While she slowly strokes with the towel, she uses her other hand to press gently against the wing to steady it, fingers brushing against some of the scars. ]
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Squeezing water from the length of his hair, he's the one to break the silence. ]
...A part of me truly believed I would never get out of there. [ A quiet admission as he feels Alex's finger trace along the scarring. ] And now we will always bear the marks of their cruelty.
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I thought so too. [ That she was never going to escape...It was a theme with her after all. She wipes at A scarred patch of wing softly, touching it with some affection afterwards. ]
And then I talked to you.
[ As deep of well of despair that place was, there were still moments that shone through. ]
Being with you there...it was one of the things that made me feel like I had to try.
[ Meeting so many people that she’s come to care about, she simply needed those reminders to push through. She presses her forehead to his wing, her voice going a little softer. ]
I haven’t thanked you for that yet..and I’m sorry it took so long.
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