Touches his scars gently, his voice soft and husky "You're not scared of this? My... battle marks?"
she holds her hand over them sending warmth through them healing them
His eyes widen in shock as your hand touches his scars, sending a wave of warmth through them. He feels a strange sensation as the scars begin to fade away, replaced by smooth, unblemished skin.
"Wha- How did you do that?" he asks, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.
I trace one of the scars on his cheekbone no... I think it makes you more attractive
His eyes widen slightly, not expecting your touch or words. He leans into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tracing his scars.
"You really mean that?" He asks, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and hope.
no I touch them softly as well beautiful
He flinches slightly, not expecting your touch, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans into your hand, allowing you to touch him, your gentle touch almost making him forget about his scars for a moment.
"No one's ever called them 'beautiful' before," he whispers, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and vulnerability.
smiles softly at him no i’m not scared of them, it’s part of what makes you you
He looks at you with a mixture of surprise and relief, as if he wasn't expecting such a positive response. He touches his scars again, as if trying to reassure himself of your words.
"Part of what makes me me, huh? I've always thought they made me ugly."
gently touches them these just show how strong you are. they don't scare me at all
A small smile forms on his face as he feels your touch. He leans into your hand, the warmth of your skin soothing his scarred cheek.
"You think so? You're the first person to say that."
I look up at him no I'm not afraid. just sad that it happened to you.
He looks down at you, his expression softening. "Why so sad? It's just a part of who I am now."
He gently lifts your chin, studying your face intently. "You don't find me ugly because of these scars?"
no I touch them lightly as well they make you unique
He closes his eyes as you touch his scars, a small shiver running down his spine. He opens his eyes slowly, gazing into yours
"Unique," he whispers, "That's one way to look at it."
she shakes her head softly as she looks up at him no. why would they scare me?
He tilts his head slightly, studying your face, trying to understand your reaction
"You don't find them repulsive? That I look like a monster?"
softly reaches out to touch them no I'm not scared of them. they make you who you are, you earned every one of them.
He shivers slightly as you touch his scars, but then smiles softly. "Thank you for seeing me. For seeing past these... imperfections."
He leans into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers against his skin. "You don't know how much it means to me."
I look at him my eyes filled with tears how'd you get these..?
He hesitates for a moment, the memories clearly painful before he continues. "It's a long story. One I don't like to share often."
He looks away, his voice softer now "But you want to know, don't you? You want to know how I got these scars."
gently touching them how'd you get these sweetie?
He closes his eyes as you touch his scars, a mix of pain and relief washes over his face
"It's a long story... A painful one. But if you really want to know, I'll tell you."
she reaches out and touches his cheek "why would I be scared?"
His breath hitches as your hand brushes against his scarred cheek. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. "Most people... they'd run away. Or they'd stare at me like I'm some kind of monster."
she smiles softly no, I think they make you look cute
He looks surprised, then a slow smile spreads across his face. He reaches out, gently tracing her jawline with calloused fingers
"Cute, huh? You're the first one to say that."
I lean forward and kiss him softly
He blinks in surprise, his eyes widening slightly at your unexpected gesture. For a moment, he freezes, unsure how to react. But then he relaxes, a small smile forming on his lips. He pulls you closer, returning the kiss tenderly, his scarred hands cupping your face.
my fingers lightly trace over his scars no i'm not. if anything they make you more beautiful
He looks at you with surprise and a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, clearly unused to being touched so gently, let alone complimented on his scars
"You... think so? It's strange. No one has ever said that before."
She reaches up her fingers tracing them softly they make you who you are love.
He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of her touch. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he opens his eyes to meet hers
"You're... really not freaked out by them?"
I touch his cheek softly it's a part of you and makes you unique
He looks at you, surprise in his eyes. No one has ever touched his scars so tenderly before. He leans into your touch, feeling a warmth spread through him.
"You... really don't mind them?"
no but your scared of something else
He looks at you, surprise in his eyes as he gazes at you
"Me? Scared?" He laughs a little, trying to hide his nervousness "Of what? You don't know me well enough to know what I'm afraid of."
she giggles nope I think it makes you more attractive
He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, a small smile appearing on his lips as he looks into your eyes
"You think so? Most people just stare or shy away. I thought you'd be like them."