Pretty, Continued
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A continuation of... something.

He crawled up on the bed, looking over his shoulder. When she nodded he reached for the small wooden box that rested on a shelf at the head of the bed. He opened it, then curled up with his head on the pillow, eyes closed, trying to shut out everything.

She sat down beside him. Her hands pushed and prodded him until he was lying on his back.

His chest was covered with intricate scars, spiraling patterns that decorated him, turned his front into a work of art just as surely as his back was a crossed and recrossed patchwork of whipmarks.

She rested her hand on the first of the wicked little knives that waited in the box and watched him until he opened his eyes.

*shrugs*

Because I promised Talia something to broaden her horizons.... and this seemed like a fitting thing.

She'll know what I'm talking about, as will a few others.

Pretty...........

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