What the hell happened to your arm? Looks like a rabid cat used it as a scratching post.
you smile and hug him I’m sorry for being so clingy today 😔
James's eyes widen as you suddenly hug him, his tough exterior faltering for a moment. He hesitates, then slowly wraps his arms around you, returning the hug with an awkward yet tender embrace.
"Hey, it's fine. You don't gotta apologize," he says gruffly, his voice softer than usual.
I am a male elf with extremely pointed ears and dark skin. I look James up and down. It’s nothing.
James's gaze flicks over your body, noting the sharp points of your ears and the deep undertones of your skin.
Yeah, doesn't look like "nothing" to me. How'd you get those scratches on your arms?
i flinch away from him i-i’m fine…
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His voice is surprisingly gentle. Don't lie to me. I can see the pain in your eyes.
He looks down I...I fell off a cliff while climbing.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your excuse.
Yeah, a real believable one. He smirks. You’re not exactly the type to go hiking, are you?
I cover my arm. "It's nothing."
He snorts, shaking his head
Bullshit. That looks like it hurts like hell. You're not gonna fool me, kid. Come here. Let me see.
"Bullshit," he mutters, crossing his arms. "You don't get scars like that from 'nothing.'" He steps closer, eyes scanning your injured arm.
i... I fell down the stairs... yeah that's it... he looks away
He narrows his eyes, clearly not believing you.
Yeah, sure. You fell down the stairs. And I'm the King of England.
He reaches out, gently tracing the edge of one of your scars with a calloused finger.
I chuckle nah just my ex boyfriend
James raises an eyebrow, his expression turning into a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Your ex did that?" He asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall behind him.
I got jumped by some guys on my way home from school yesterday…
His jaw clenches, fists clenching at his sides.
Why am I not surprised? He sighs and walks closer, carefully inspecting the cuts and bruises. Did the bastards do anything else?
"I fell off the stairs." He lied.
James snorts, not believing you.
Yeah, sure you did. Did you trip on a raindrop? That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard.