The cuts that created them must have been long and deep upon his skin, but they were systematic. There were ones that crossed over others, but all the lines had been done slowly and meticulously. They were a creamy silver against his pale skin, and when she looked close enough, she would notice that they were everywhere, just harder to notice in certain places. The one across the bridge of his nose seemed to be the only one on his face, but there were some marks on the soft skin of his neck and they peeked out from under his shirt collar, eyeing her maliciously.
She frowned, a strange sense of anger overcoming her as thought of who would do this. She calmed, though, and her fingers brushed his hand, hoping to hold it. "May I?"
He looked down in surprise before opening his hand and taking hers, their fingers intertwining. "What is it?"
She nodded slowly, yawning. "I'm probably going to head back soon. These dresses are uncomfortable after awhile."
"The main reason Lark wanted me to come with was because she said that you and I needed to 'talk'. I assume this is what she was referencing."
She nodded. "I'm going to say goodbye to some people, alright? When I get there, I'll already be ready."
