( he probably wouldn't know, if hyunsu had — it stands to reason it would be a good memory, unless it wasn't, which isn't something she wants to think about. much better to imagine it the other way, of giving hyunsu something he hasn't had before. a worrying thought to imagine what his human self is thinking, if he can see this, feel it, hear it. if he wants it as much as the monster is telling her he does, or if he's some bystander to a more impulsive persona. eunyu sinks her teeth in her lip, wondering.
a hand slips to the side, over one broad shoulder, down his arm. it's the one that's sometimes a wing, but it's normal now — except for the bumpy scars her fingertips trail along, mapping out the roadwork of hyunsu's pain. if he cast his wing out now, she'd be down a hand. the thought is terrifying, enthralling. )
You won't, huh.
( she lifts up his arm, hesitating a second, before licking across one of the horizontal scars. her cheek settles in the center of his wide palm. )
Is it a good memory, Cha Hyunsu? Do you feel soft?
( asked, while her spare hand slips under the hem of his shirt, laying flat on his abs. )
cw: self-harm injury
a hand slips to the side, over one broad shoulder, down his arm. it's the one that's sometimes a wing, but it's normal now — except for the bumpy scars her fingertips trail along, mapping out the roadwork of hyunsu's pain. if he cast his wing out now, she'd be down a hand. the thought is terrifying, enthralling. )
You won't, huh.
( she lifts up his arm, hesitating a second, before licking across one of the horizontal scars. her cheek settles in the center of his wide palm. )
Is it a good memory, Cha Hyunsu? Do you feel soft?
( asked, while her spare hand slips under the hem of his shirt, laying flat on his abs. )