#here :3 way earlier on :333 (well. relatively. after theyve started hooking up sure but v early wrt that yk)

[futurefind]

➰ 👀👀👀 for cyrillo and sa!

Send ➰ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars. / Accepting // @tvrningout

"Lost a fight with a pitchfork," she snorts sharply, the closest she gets to a laugh. "What were you expecting?" However, with a moment's thought, she hums, "I'd say 'you should see the other guy,' but I think the door was the biggest casualty. Don't think it ever got fixed, now that I think about it. Just got tarped over for winters, I think."

Then, when she actually looks, Cyrillo's gaze is elsewhere — higher up, not-quite her side. She twists an arm back blindly to prod at her skin, and finds a scar from a deep gash across her shoulder blade.

"That one's from that one job with the Dreki mage. The mage herself was fine enough to handle, even with the usual wrangling for capture 'n' not kill. Except one of the cronies had hidden well enough and instead of running away or anything tried to ambush me instead."

Keyword being tried, since all they got out of it was a jaw Sasume hadn't needed to bust.

And then, now that she says it aloud—

"...You did mean that newer one, right?" It's hardly the youngest of her scars, but everything else in the area is either small or far more faded due to age.

She groans to herself, and she's not sure which of them it's at, morphing into a sigh.

"You're really gonna hafta be more specific, Bortoli." Outside the (proverbial) bedroom, at least.