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Reblog if it is totally okay for me to poke you to remind you about the thread we are doing.
nijah:
Because I feel bad every time I am doing it.
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sienadoman:
aprinceofchaos:
sienadoman:
Instinctively she wanted to recoil, and to say no; but, even though she was tempted to do just that, there was no doubt in her mind that doing that would only make it. Averting her gaze slightly she nodded, and turned somewhat, raising her hair out of the way in the process.
He turned toward her, eyes on the back of her neck as she moved her hair to the side and out of his view. There, distinctly was a long thin scar, disappearing beneath her hairline and trailing down the middle of her neck. He placed a hand on her shoulder gently and leaned in for a better look. The scar disappeared from view beneath the collar of her top, and he dreaded what he would find should he look further, but he had to press on. With his other hand he tugged at the back of the shirt, and looked down, catching sight of the scar as it slithered down her spine. Quickly he moved his hand, not touching her back once, but gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, exhaling slowly at the sight. “Siena…”
Eyes staring straight at the wall, she resisted the urge to flinch. He wasn’t touching her, but just the fact that he was looking at it just made her want to crawl away and wallow in self pity. The look of it was burned into her mind’s eye, the reflection in the mirror forever living in her brain, serving as a reminder of her weakness. “….It’s not as bad as it looks.” She murmured, and reached back to try and tug her shirt back down promptly.
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don’t have class tomorrow for whatever reason, so i’ll be on then. <3
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