frostquake: Vexen traces the tattoos under Lauriam's eyes with trembling, ungloved fingers, his touch feather-light. "You experienced a reverse-pruning, it seems. Such beautiful eyes, surrounded by thorns. I wish I could take away every bit of pain or hurt you have ever felt..."
EYES flutter shut. The chill of Vexen’s fingers sending a tingling sensation over his body. But the touch was pleasant, one he wished more for. With a sigh he relaxed his figures, letting Vexen touch such tattoos beneath his eyes. A present from his father, that was all he could recall, same as the one on his tongue. He wished to imagine his childhood a perfect thing, but the reality of it was that it was cruel and disgusting. Such was his destiny.
“Who would I be if I had not experienced such pain?” There was a smile as he raised his hand to touch Vexen’s. To bring his hand to his cheek, holding it there. “Perhaps not make it fade away, but tend to the wound that bleeds.” It was a beat that he leaned forward. Letting Vexen’s hand slip away to press a kiss upon the other’s lips. Chaste, hardly one that lingered for long. “But such devotion is commendable.”
