#apriluc

they really are pleasant. lying down next to him in your shared bed, resting your head against his muscular, scarred chest. one of your hands running up and down, from his pecs to his midriff, occasionally tracing one of his many scars with your fingers.

some of the scars you knew not to touch, others you knew diluc would be delighted for you to run your hands over. there were a couple you learned the hard way that you shouldn’t even look at.

diluc was trying to overcome his dislike for the scars on his body. especially the ones on his chest and arms. he had been trying so hard to understand why you love to look at and feel them so much.

while the two of you were silent with thought and drowsiness, one of diluc’s large hands reached out and grabbed yours while it rested on his chest.

“sorry, did i touch a bad one?” your gaze turns to his face, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“no, no. could you.. do the constellation thing..?” diluc requests softly, a hint of embarrassment in his groggy voice.

you smile, nodding gently before diluc releases your hand, allowing you to do what he asked for. you use your index finger to move along his torso, moving from scar to scar.

“these make ophiuchus.” you pause, trying to play connect the dots with the dark marks on your boyfriends body. “mm.. oh, these make cassiopeia.”

diluc found this so comforting. listening to your gentle voice, feeling your fingertip slowly tracing the constellations on his skin, and not having to worry about work. he almost had to wonder if he was still dreaming.

once you had run out of ideas, you laid your hand down on his chest once more, placing a kiss on a scar he received from a mitachurl. it had become one of your favourites. all of his scars and imperfections simply added to his beauty.