❝ 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝑦𝔢𝔡. ❞

"…" He is not a medical expert. Head pats it is.

Offers a head pat.

        Soulless oculi glare at hers. Her embarrassed expression was rather cute. As of right now his childish appearance faded. This is his true feature. A depressed demon with so many issues. Yet, somehow he didn’t care how his appearance was to her. All that he cared about was getting close to her. Still his fingers did not falter at caressing the scars on her wrist. They did not break off from the lines on how they were formed. He knew that she had went through hell herself. Thanks to her memories. He was staring hard, as if he was trying to read her mind. He couldn’t do that. But somehow, he knew that she wanted him to kiss her scars. So, without any exchange of words, he would bring his face towards her arm. Moving his fingers away, to allow his lips to dance across each scar visible. This was how he showed his affection. He was never the one to say it out loud. 

        Anger subsiding. Returning back to his normal innocent self. He did not wish to scare her, nor did he wish to bring pain upon her. Her memories continues to flow into him, as the tips of his fingers continued to maneuver over her scarred, delicate flesh. He was holding in the temptation of wanted to press his lips against it. If he was given permission to kiss them, he would do it in a heartbeat. There was something about this girl that has drawn him closer to her. He has no clue as to why. His brain cannot comprehend this, thus giving him a minor headache. He would move in closer. It was obvious there was a slight blush planted upon his fair complexion. 

     ❛ Y-You’re welcome, Sylvie.. ‘

              ❛ uh -- uhuh.... ❜

              Ｔｉｃｋ!                            A sound in the dark depths of your head.          A voice of your former “ ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ” lingered. Causing you   to feel anger. Resent. Just hatred all together. Just from her saying   ” what a lovely name. “                 ❛ Don’t call my name lovely… ’ A change in tone. A more      dark / deep tone was used.       Yet, you couldn’t stop caressing her scars. That’s the only thing       keeping you under control. Plus, her hand was on yours.            Her touch so warm, and nice. Her skin so delicate and smooth.          It was putting you at ease. Finally relaxing yourself. Now you            would compliment her name.                  ❛ You have a beautiful name, Sylvie.. ‘

               ( Her thin brows raise subtly, the former's anger almost obvious enough                   where she could actually feel it seeping from him. )

               ❛ ... ❜

               ( She's nearly tempted to ask for the reasoning of such, though it seems                   for once, she has impulse control, or so it seems. But for now, she'll                   keep her hand placed atop of his, continuously guiding it across her                   scarred wrists. )

               ❛ thank you. ❜

               ❛ M-My name is.. Constantine Evergrelden.. ‘                    You continue to gently rub her scars, but not just with your                    index finger, you began to use your middle finger and your                     ring finger. The more you do this the more you are swarmed                    with memories. Which you could hardly comprehend. 

              ❛ ah... what a lovely name... my name is sylvie -- sylvie faustine. ❜