Like a lightning bolt, she realizes. Her first instinct, and the one she indulges, is to curl her hands in on themselves, bury them further into the pile. It's first a little shame, then embarrassment. He didn't--of course he didn't. She hadn't before, not until...She looks away.
"I forgot. I'm sorry. I ran...a lot. And hid. I wrote down his words when I hid and I couldn't always get ink or paint and I just...used blood. It's basically paint anyways. I didn't think anything of it--but I won't. Anymore. I promise."
She pulls her hands free and places them palm up on his. Tiny nicks and scars litter her fingertips, the thick part of her palm attached to her thumb.
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Like a lightning bolt, she realizes. Her first instinct, and the one she indulges, is to curl her hands in on themselves, bury them further into the pile. It's first a little shame, then embarrassment. He didn't--of course he didn't. She hadn't before, not until...She looks away.
"I forgot. I'm sorry. I ran...a lot. And hid. I wrote down his words when I hid and I couldn't always get ink or paint and I just...used blood. It's basically paint anyways. I didn't think anything of it--but I won't. Anymore. I promise."
She pulls her hands free and places them palm up on his. Tiny nicks and scars litter her fingertips, the thick part of her palm attached to her thumb.