@TW1ST1NGFXTE โโฆโ
For once, in his guilt-ridden life, he has a chance to smile. Smile at this peaceful moment that only belonged to the two of them, with nothing and no one being able to stop it.
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He slightly winced, but not exactly in pain. That saidโฆ was there any point in giving this wretched body any sort of pleasure like this? This man was wrought with survivorโs guilt, clouded by his ideals โ and yet here Lee was, treating him like heโs worth the world.
"Kh-- nn..."
He slightly winces at each loving gesture. Some scars are new, others old. What adoration is there to be had over this cursed, mortal body?
(head tilting; smiling. carefully lifting
that shirt up his chest to reveal the scar
ridden man underneath. then, leaning
down to start pressing kisses and
tracing a finger over those scars.
such lovely patterns of bravery.)
You're like a divine sculpture.
We've all missed you more.
I've been keeping Lucia good company and Lee is doing fine, though he keeps going on about... what was itโ"another me" to himself?