[It's an oddly intimate feeling. Or not oddly, given the sensitive nature of any place the tracery of veinwork lays so shallowly under the skin. Prior's teeth graze his lip.
If Byerly looks closely enough he'll catch the set of little scars. IV needles leaving traces in their wake, some shallow silver lines, some deeper.]
They grow so slowly. I bite them as a mode of discipline, really.
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[It's an oddly intimate feeling. Or not oddly, given the sensitive nature of any place the tracery of veinwork lays so shallowly under the skin. Prior's teeth graze his lip.
If Byerly looks closely enough he'll catch the set of little scars. IV needles leaving traces in their wake, some shallow silver lines, some deeper.]
They grow so slowly. I bite them as a mode of discipline, really.