[Six's fingertips trace a scar going down his chest, so terribly gently. Every one of these is the result of what happened that day—the Karm clan massacre—every single one of them Six's fault.
Nehan is breathtakingly beautiful, even with the scars striping across his body in violent, heartrending messes. But Six is certain that if he said it aloud, Nehan would think he was patronizing him.
He leans down to leave a delicate kiss on each and every scar on his chest, in something akin to reverence. Nehan's body and heart have borne the brunt of an entire clan's suffering, and the least, the very least, that he can do is this much. Six knows what it's like to be starved for touch, to have never had anyone be gentle with him. He was so much younger than Nehan is now, and he's found people willing to give him as much warmth as he wants since then, but that empty feeling is something that changes a person forever, even if they eventually find the gentle touches they crave.
He'd trembled like this too, the first time someone touched him. The circumstances were different, but...
...He pushes Nehan's shirt open, the pads of his fingers flat against his skin, leaving more tender kisses along his shoulders as well. One for every scar he can see—his heart aching knowing there are so many more that he can't.]
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Nehan is breathtakingly beautiful, even with the scars striping across his body in violent, heartrending messes. But Six is certain that if he said it aloud, Nehan would think he was patronizing him.
He leans down to leave a delicate kiss on each and every scar on his chest, in something akin to reverence. Nehan's body and heart have borne the brunt of an entire clan's suffering, and the least, the very least, that he can do is this much. Six knows what it's like to be starved for touch, to have never had anyone be gentle with him. He was so much younger than Nehan is now, and he's found people willing to give him as much warmth as he wants since then, but that empty feeling is something that changes a person forever, even if they eventually find the gentle touches they crave.
He'd trembled like this too, the first time someone touched him. The circumstances were different, but...
...He pushes Nehan's shirt open, the pads of his fingers flat against his skin, leaving more tender kisses along his shoulders as well. One for every scar he can see—his heart aching knowing there are so many more that he can't.]