Simple words, so plain as to obscure the nature of the action. How she had sobbed. How much blood had come of it.
Her thumb runs along his cheek, straying from scar tissue to stubble. Her breath hitches, goes shallower as his fingers move from one raised scar to the next along her skin. As his lips graze her fingers.
"It was the first time I'd done that."
Marcus will understand what this means, she is certain. Even if there is some quiet, self-conscious edge as she offers this up, this first time, this first life taken long after Marcus must have suffered much on his own, she has no doubt that he will know the weight of what she is trying to encompass here.
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Simple words, so plain as to obscure the nature of the action. How she had sobbed. How much blood had come of it.
Her thumb runs along his cheek, straying from scar tissue to stubble. Her breath hitches, goes shallower as his fingers move from one raised scar to the next along her skin. As his lips graze her fingers.
"It was the first time I'd done that."
Marcus will understand what this means, she is certain. Even if there is some quiet, self-conscious edge as she offers this up, this first time, this first life taken long after Marcus must have suffered much on his own, she has no doubt that he will know the weight of what she is trying to encompass here.