06-08-2022, 11:51 PM
It wasn’t even covered. Malachi had changed him, left behind permanent marks of himself on Arthur, and he hadn’t even bothered to try and cover or mitigate any of it.
He wanted to lean away, when he saw Arthur raise his hand. More so when he touched him, finger pressed so lightly to his own healing skin. But he didn’t. It made his skin crawl; it made his heart flutter.
A frown subtly curved at the corners of his lips. For a fleeting moment, he just looked… sad.
Sliding his hand slowly from the healing scar to the nape of Arthur’s neck, Malachi pulled him closer, and softly kissed the bridge of his broken nose.
“Stop lying to me,” he muttered, and let his hand drop back to his side.
“Do you torture everyone this way? Or just the ones as sick and filthy as you've deemed me?”
He wanted to lean away, when he saw Arthur raise his hand. More so when he touched him, finger pressed so lightly to his own healing skin. But he didn’t. It made his skin crawl; it made his heart flutter.
A frown subtly curved at the corners of his lips. For a fleeting moment, he just looked… sad.
Sliding his hand slowly from the healing scar to the nape of Arthur’s neck, Malachi pulled him closer, and softly kissed the bridge of his broken nose.
“Stop lying to me,” he muttered, and let his hand drop back to his side.
“Do you torture everyone this way? Or just the ones as sick and filthy as you've deemed me?”
