#sharedskin

instead, think about him leaving a trail of kisses along said scar to reassure her

“What’s wrong, buddy? You look a little nervous.”

With his usual cheerful smile remaining unwavering, the stocky man would tilt his head to the side and eye the stranger before him down. From a first glance, Shuichi appeared to be Strade’s favorite type of person. Anxious, timid... Those were the sorts that always took the longest to break. Fearful they might have been, but those with fear in their hearts usually caused them to cling to life just a little while longer... With any luck, this one wouldend up going home with him and prove to be no different.

          All - too often, he HIDES HIS AGONY from her.  For her.  She knows, and it makes the guilt dig sharper into her gut when she thinks of it --------- he came for her and she destroyed him and yet he is still saving her, even now.  Still hiding his agony so that she may heal ( an impossibility, but they don’t talk about that ).  He hides things from her, yes --- but not tonight.

                           Sleep had eluded her, and likely for the best; the nightmares have not yet learned how to be silent, three years of agony slow to quiet.  So she had been awake and alert when his own nightmare had force him awake, gasping around a half - breath.  ( the sudden sound had only frightened the creature for a heatbeat or two. )  She’s always afraid to touch him when the nightmares rouse him ( knows he is likely dreaming of her ) but at least she is here.

            ❛   Hey!   ❜   She doesn’t know who startled the doe when the exclamation leaves her lips; the picture in her hand is a dud. She doesn’t have to look at it to know that it’s going to be a blur. Ah well, another one for the ‘discard’ pile. It’s only when she turns around that she hesitates; then scowls.   

                                                          ❛   I'm allowed to be here.   ❜

fuck i wanna see that so badly; lemme know if it's worth it

“Uh, what?”

It takes every drop of self control he possesses not to BITE the finger so rudely shoved in his face. The only thing stopping him was that she made sense. Mike might want out of this competition as fast as possible, but he sure as hell didn’t.

This alliance wasn’t out of preference.

He’d drop Jo as soon as he was able. So for now. He merely sneered, rolling his eyes with the expected level of disdain.