Apr 20, 2013
Hello my name is Ellen and I enjoy breaking hearts.
Peter’s eyes flew open as Emrys’ pulled back. For a moment, he could only stare at the unrecognizable, scared boy before him. He lifted a hand to his mouth, choking back one of his own sobs. He closed the space between them, reaching out to caress the rough scar on his cheekbone, “Em,” He choked out softly. “I had- I had no idea they’d done this- I- What have they done to you?”
Emrys green eyes close as Peter touches the scar, trying his best to break down. 'My hands...were burned with ice when I was nine...they slit my throat when I was eleven. My wrists were my own doing....and my face.' Emrys takes a shakey breath. 'My face happened last year...I was...I was kidnapped and tortured.'
