[ She wish she could say she felt more than the apprehension and tethers of the bond that held their mutual trauma together. And what she felt was profound. But the more Fang's fingertips brushed over the re-patched flesh... she realized just how little she could physically feel of it.
It was so strange, as if she were in a stranger's body, feeling the impact of something far away, and faint, and yet she knew, she knew, it was Fang's hands. Her heart was there, in those fingertips, baring itself naked against that trauma, chained to that wound and trying to turn the iron links into flowered wreathes... ]
Take your time...
[ She wanted to feel it. She could feel her everywhere else. She could feel her love and warmth everywhere else but the nerves along her scar were just... gone. She'd never get to know that touch again. She never realized she had to mourn it until that very moment.
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It was so strange, as if she were in a stranger's body, feeling the impact of something far away, and faint, and yet she knew, she knew, it was Fang's hands. Her heart was there, in those fingertips, baring itself naked against that trauma, chained to that wound and trying to turn the iron links into flowered wreathes... ]
Take your time...
[ She wanted to feel it. She could feel her everywhere else. She could feel her love and warmth everywhere else but the nerves along her scar were just... gone. She'd never get to know that touch again. She never realized she had to mourn it until that very moment.
And again, she felt herself crying. ]