#when you both fought the same god <3 (wildly different circumstances) (WILDLY)

[annihilatian]

[ SCAR ]. lumine

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it. @yanwangye

here in the gold light of sunrise, eternity stretches through. they’ve lost the last day to this, lounging, revealing, reveling, leaving only for the barest necessities (and paimon's flittering insistence). all new territory, exploration, unhurried in its tenderness. time to make up for, she’d laughed earlier, but it had been a truth all the same. how many hours spent lying in the dark, carried by the thought of his hands? hands that run now over her in slow ease, stretching out over her thighs as she straddles his hips, sets her own palms on each of his bracketing forearms. a light hold, encouraging.

it isn't a display. an offering, maybe. whatever one could call it, letting him take his time tracing and charting each hitch and divot of her form. here, look, see. she feels no flinch or shy-flush about the bareness of herself, watching him watch her, his eyes falling away to thumb at an old wound. when he asks, she can't remember, sheepish and shrugging. her body's hardened since it fell, fell down into the earth. this world makes a weapon of her and demands a weapon in kind. new scars shine, stretch on her skin, others fading from the first days she stumbled through -- others old, older than buildings, near faded to nothing.

her back aches, phantom pains.

she inhales shaky, quiet, as his touch slides up further, past her legs to chart across her hips, up along her torso. his fingers slide against another, not new, but not old either. puckered, long, it curls over her left rib, shredding at the back. that one, she knows. remembers the impossibly harsh pressure, rip of violent water tearing through her skin, how she'd thought for a moment -- a long, awful moment -- splayed out on the platform as another wave took over, more fatui surrounding, water up to her knees now around her ears, catching in her lungs, that she might find her end drowning in the sky.

" that was osial. that final push. " she says baldly, face blank. there are more from that terrible stretch of hours; nicks and scratches from the onslaught of fatui, one here or there from the harbinger's own hydro - blade. she doesn't point them out. no need for it, that fight long past and more to come no doubt -- so instead she grabs his wrist, pulling his fingers away from where her skin has mended itself or been forced together by someone else's healing. hardly smooth. pottery shards put back together.

she presses a quick, punchy kiss to the jut of his knuckles; seeking assurance maybe, strange hesitation sitting in her chest. " find everything you were looking for? "