i spent this year as a ghost and...
Scars were just another thing that Glas doesn’t really care about – nothing beating out the one permanently marked on his face of all things, a few shimmering small ones of bite marks would be like nothing in comparison. Even as Elide lets her gaze focus on his face, he doesn’t meet her eyes – conditioned to keep his head down, to not look people in the eye for the most part, he keeps his head a bit down and offers a nod. Wrist would be easiest, it would be the best.
“Okay.” So he tries to think of something else, tries to think of anything else as she grips his wrist. And he doesn’t know what to expect, not as the electricity sparks within him and his fingers are curling into the ursur wool coat to try and latch onto something – his cheeks flushing in both surprise and confusion with the hum that leaves him without him anticipating it.
He’s breathing heavier when she finishes and he swallows down all thoughts of everything as she lets his wrist go and he draws it back, placing his hand over the marks left behind, focusing on the admission she gives, while Glas continues to try and swallow down hard. “F-f-fine.” He tells her, for how he’s feeling, even if he doesn’t exactly know how to describe the feeling he has. He eventually reaches up to brush back the blonde hair from his face, keeping himself rooted to the spot behind the counter, finally daring to glance up at Elide’s face, his own pale skin flushed.
“Okay.” So he tries to think of something else, tries to think of anything else as she grips his wrist. And he doesn’t know what to expect, not as the electricity sparks within him and his fingers are curling into the ursur wool coat to try and latch onto something – his cheeks flushing in both surprise and confusion with the hum that leaves him without him anticipating it.
He’s breathing heavier when she finishes and he swallows down all thoughts of everything as she lets his wrist go and he draws it back, placing his hand over the marks left behind, focusing on the admission she gives, while Glas continues to try and swallow down hard. “F-f-fine.” He tells her, for how he’s feeling, even if he doesn’t exactly know how to describe the feeling he has. He eventually reaches up to brush back the blonde hair from his face, keeping himself rooted to the spot behind the counter, finally daring to glance up at Elide’s face, his own pale skin flushed.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
