[In its descent, Solomon's hand brushes over a scar that sits just to the side of Takasugi's spine. Depressed in the center, raised flesh surrounding - a precise goring made more severe by his inability to stay down.
It's not so obvious, under the fabric of his clothing, but Takasugi feels his numb flesh there sting, a phantom of a feeling he'd never suffered. The whole time it'd healed, he'd been unconscious.
Unlike the bloodshed Solomon has witnessed, has become entangled with every part of. From inflicting the wounds to patching them up with still reforming hands.
He wonders when Solomon will accept that his blood spills rather freely - a currency he understands. An exchange he prefers.] A swim... [What a shitty suggestion! He just wants to see Solomon fight the cave monster! Skinny dipping is just a bonus.]
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It's not so obvious, under the fabric of his clothing, but Takasugi feels his numb flesh there sting, a phantom of a feeling he'd never suffered. The whole time it'd healed, he'd been unconscious.
Unlike the bloodshed Solomon has witnessed, has become entangled with every part of. From inflicting the wounds to patching them up with still reforming hands.
He wonders when Solomon will accept that his blood spills rather freely - a currency he understands. An exchange he prefers.] A swim... [What a shitty suggestion! He just wants to see Solomon fight the cave monster! Skinny dipping is just a bonus.]