#/ because scars!! and I love making up lil stories for contracts/jobs and what not lmao

[venombloom]

"When did you get this?" / luc <3

@fatewoven

There's hardly an inch of sun kissed sand colored flesh that's not marred by scars. Her face is one of them as well as her neck and a majority of her front abdomen. Everywhere else though? A canvas full of strokes of all shapes, sizes and intensity from ankles to shoulders.

The one he points out is a bit more prominent, stretching from left hip up her side and almost to her back. She doesn't have to look down to know which one Lucanis is referring to. Oh no, because he traces it with perfect precision; deft but worn fingers against supple, sweat slicked skin.

The touch is light enough to be considered gentle yet heavy enough to be easily detectable; purposeful. And of course the feeling comes when she's at the peak of a pull up. Though in a way it's a blessing. Because that serves as the excuse for why her body tenses up as well as the fact that for a beat the only answer she can give is a noise of acknowledgement that's a mix of a grunt and groan. Eyes are kept forward, concentrating on not making contact of falling on her face.

It's not the first time she's had his hands on her for one reason or another, so truthfully it shouldn't still get to her. She swears however sometimes it's on purpose; like he's trying to intentionally catch her off guard. Surely. Or she's just being silly.

At last Daisy starts to leisurely lower her body, letting a long exhale of breath she's held loose from her lungs.

"Ah, that one...hide and seek?" It's comes out as a question as Daisy mentalky double checks her recollection. "Oh no no. That's the one above it." she mutters with a kick of one of her feet while she dangles.

"No, the one you're asking about is Viago's handy work. A year before I graduated to full fledged assassin. We were sparring and he got me good. No surprise the blade was tainted. But whatever poison he used it was like acid. I could almost feel it dissolving and eating away at me." Perhaps that's a bit a dramatization but that pain she remembers clearly. Like being bit by a pit of snakes or stung by a hundred scorpions. It wouldn't surprise her if the toxin had included venom from either or both creatures. "Obviously I survived. It hurt like nine hells. And I got punished for losing the match...and I think he went a bit harder with it because I punched him in the nose and called him a motherfucker in retaliation."

What had he expected though when she had been in such agony? When it felt like her flesh was melting and her veins were on fire?

"I know scars aren't the prettiest thing to have, like freckles. But I've always felt they make me distinguished. Or at least serve as good stories." A huff of laughter slips out before she takes another deep inhale and starts pulling herself back up once more.