His brow furrows slightly when his fingers graze over her scars. His gaze meets her, and he's wearing an expression much like hers. Life can be so cruel. But the two of them are kindred spirits in this way, aren't they? They take the hits and they keep on going. They're survivors. They haven't been broken by it.
"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:24 am (UTC)"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.