@lifeforms said: 💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.
"that's just from wiping out on my bike when i was eight."
it's been there the whole time lana has known her. that's how she knows which one it is, among so many. how she knows where lana is, mapping out her back, while alice lies blind on her stomach and differentiates mostly by the way that sensation vanishes, becoming mere pressure.
traveling up from her ribs and the old scattering of sidewalk-gravel scars, the map grows easier to follow. discolored veins where the skin is thinner. scarab, legs rooted in tissue that still pulls and twinges. bite marks. with distinct teeth. gouged. bumpy. numb. shiny, faded, or oddly purple.
"that's—um..."
those are lana's fingertips tracing lightly, seeking out and finding something still tender. and that's her head bowing. her lips are warm.
alice squeezes her eyes shut. don't cry, don't cry.
