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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 2:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 3:07 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 3:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:20 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:52 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:38 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:53 pm
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It was his turn to chuckle. "Well thank you, though I still think you're more handsome." And many other adjectives too numerous to list at the moment, not when he was still half asleep. His thoughts drifted back and forth though, and while he missed his unspoken query he slowly headed towards voicing it regardless. Thoughts of the scar and his lung healing excruciatingly slowly prompted a desire to stretch, so he did so; he stretched his free arm out over Zevran's side before flopping onto him with a pleased sigh, resting his head on the other man's chest. As it always did, stretching left awkward twinges in his chest around the wound, and as always the feeling left a pensive, vaguely unhappy frown on his face.
Abel inhaled and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated another moment or two before voicing his thoughts. "Hey, Zev. Did you..." Another pause, another frown, his voice curious but mostly uncertain. "Have you.. ever been stabbed before?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:03 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:10 pm
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Abel couldn't help but smile at Zevran's tenderness towards him despite the thoughts in his head, so his hand glided up to curl around his friend's shoulder and give it a squeeze. But then his thoughts drifted back and he frowned again. Just because he wasn't surprised to hear 'yes' didn't mean he liked hearing the answer. "Well," he began, hesitated, then tried again, "I just.. I haven't. I mean early last year a couple of my ribs broke and one punctured my lung," his poor, abused lung, "but that was different. This is.. I dunno." The blond shrugged helplessly, frowning at the far wall. "It's like... there's this knot in my chest where she stabbed me, like a big ball of.. something. I can't really feel it so much as I can feel that something's there, but it's.. dead, I guess. Have you ever had that?" Whatever it was; he could only assume scar tissue that didn't want to heal properly, if at all. ...would it ever go away? He sincerely hoped so, but with his luck he'd probably be stuck with it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:23 pm
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"Ahh." Zevran kissed Abel's hair again and held him a little tighter. He didn't think about his own scars very much, he was used to them, but knowing that Abel's bothered him made his heart ache. He wanted to be able to take the discomfort away but life didn't work in that way, you just adjusted.
"Yes, reduced feeling or numbness is quite normal," Zevran said after a pause, his arms still protectively tight around Abel. "The knotted or tight feeling will improve over time, or at least so I have found." As he said this he released half of the hug to take Abel's hand and guide it to a slightly raised scar on the lower right side of his chest. "Feeling may too but this will take longer, it happens only when scars fade. I can't say I have felt much sensation come back into the larger scars I have though, and I suppose I have had some a while now. Still, if it is any help at all I seldom think of any of them now. Sometimes there is a twinge but other than that they are... mmmh... let us say merely rather visceral diary entries. The dead do not scar." He was alive, and Abel was alive. Wasn't that a wonderful thing?
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:30 pm
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While he'd perhaps expect a little firmer of a hug, if that, he hadn't really expected a tight, persistent hug -- even if only a bit tighter. Still he couldn't help but appreciate what he figured was Zevran's way of trying to.. comfort him probably? That was probably it. Either way he smiled and turned his head to plant a kiss on his shoulder.
Though he didn't particularly care for what he had to say -- or rather, what it meant for his own injury. He opened his mouth to speak but the words stuck in his throat and faded as Zev continued, as he took his hand and led it to one of his own scars. Abel brushed his fingers across it gently, rubbed his thumb over it to trace it. "That's..." He struggled for what to say that wasn't too negative, failed, gave up and went on, "really shitty. In that case I guess.. I won't really hope for too much, since it seems pretty bad," it had to have been for the knife she used to go right through him like that, "but.. that's a good point. I'm not dead, at least. I'd much rather be here with you than be dead," he said, shifting to kiss the other man's shoulder again. "Not that she was trying to kill me, of course, but I'm always happy to not be dead."
A few moments later he drew back from Zevran's embrace a little unwillingly, but he didn't go far; he leaned on one elbow while his other hand remained on Zev's scar he'd been idly mapping with his fingers, except now he could do so with his eyes. "Is that how you got this one -- someone stabbed you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:38 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 1:15 pm
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Well, that was pretty shitty but he'd kind of started assuming that's more or less what would happen anyway. The feeling might never come back, the dead knot of scar tissue might never go away, but maybe over time it would become less.... less. Something. Oh well, that was fine. It wasn't like he would've ever considered the alternative to getting stabbed, so he could only be but so upset about the scar.
Abel hummed thoughtfully, quietly, as Zevran elaborated on his scar's story - or one of them, at any rate, out of far more than he'd like his friend to have - as he traced the scar with his eyes and his fingers. Seven years ago... "So you were.. what, eighteenish? Somewhere around there?" That was how old he'd been when he'd gone after Amelia's kidnapper, had been pulled into that organization to be another of their puppets... Rather than think about that any longer he said, "I can sympathize there; I was bored as s**t after my ribs broke. I couldn't really move much; this one must've been pretty bad too. Did it hit any organs or anything?" As he finished speaking his thumb glided over the scar once more before his hand slid down to Zev's side. The taller blond leaned down to gently press his lips to the scar, lingering there a few moments, eyes closed, before leaving another similar kiss beside the first.
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