Her body had once been covered in scars too. When he’d first met her. When she’d learned herself they had melted away. An inky tattoo had taken their place along with deep mental wounds worse then Syx could imagine. The idea of losing all of your memories or yourself, made the villain shudder. Especially with how much he cherished his nearly perfect recall despite the horrors it sometimes inflicted on him.
When she kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing old scars, Syx drew in a shuddering breath. Her lips pressing to one with a very surgical nature. He stilled against her with a soft sound, focusing on the love she had for him to try and replace the connection with hurt and pain. They could heal together from their wounds. Healing each others scars with kisses.
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