[There were many scars decorating Kit's flesh, each with a story of its own, and in a way all of them were complete. All of them, that was, but the lone mark upon his face that Vincent's thumb was pressing down upon.
The gesture was met with a smile, small but amused. As if to remind the other boy that he would be the one to blame for the way it would scar, Kit pressed the Vincent's hand tighter to him, such that a fresh trickle of blood welled up beneath his fingers and ran down his cheek. It may have been washed away with the current of the shower, but it was as if he were passing ownership to his companion, leaving him solely responsible for completing the track that cut just below his eye.
And why not? Kit would much rather have a mark from Vincent on his body than a cretin like Kurt who lacked even an ounce of honor.]
making things up on the spot doesn't make them real!
The gesture was met with a smile, small but amused. As if to remind the other boy that he would be the one to blame for the way it would scar, Kit pressed the Vincent's hand tighter to him, such that a fresh trickle of blood welled up beneath his fingers and ran down his cheek. It may have been washed away with the current of the shower, but it was as if he were passing ownership to his companion, leaving him solely responsible for completing the track that cut just below his eye.
And why not? Kit would much rather have a mark from Vincent on his body than a cretin like Kurt who lacked even an ounce of honor.]