For a very few select moments he watched her circle him; looking him over like stock…well that was how he felt at first. But then he remembered he had offered this to her. The opportunity to look him over, to see him for what he was. And now she was doing just that. Her eyes a light blue scanning him entirely. He felt her hands on his scars, some of them were cuts and others of them were puffed out like little hills and valleys across his entire body. She then spoke to him, but it wasn’t a request, more like a demand. A demand that he never expected her to make of him.
Confusion filled his emerald eyes as he thought it over quickly. Did she really just say what he thought her say? He looked to her eyes and then knew, she meant it. He may not know the reasons but she did mean what she said. He hoped all of this would make sense to him here quickly. He would rather not expose himself in his entirety to her like this, at her very command. But he supposed this was all part of trust, he had to trust that she had his best interests in mind. So reluctantly he followed her instructions.
His hands found his belt buckle and he undid it, never before did undressing for someone feel so…uncomfortable for him. But again this was trust. His pants slid off easily across the taunt surface of the white silk bodysuit he wore. Then almost without missing a beat he pulled skillfully the bodysuit from his lower body. It stuck to him like a second pale skin. Which was good in the winter because it kept the heat close to his body. But it made for somewhat of a chore to remove it. But he did so and then laid the bodysuit on the table. And there he was, now the picture started to make more sense.
Scars continued down from his upper torso through to his body, there were markings on his legs, thighs, everywhere really. Some of them matched the scars from his upper body as far as the tools and techniques used to create them. They were just as vicious as the first set of scars though. And only continued the story that the others told. He was obviously not spared anything wherever he had obtained these brush strokes. He was marked, but not only by his goddess Rak’keli; by mankind as well. He was uneasy, but there he stood. In his entirety before Kavala. He didn’t know what she would say next, of if she could make this any more uncomfortable for him.
Confusion filled his emerald eyes as he thought it over quickly. Did she really just say what he thought her say? He looked to her eyes and then knew, she meant it. He may not know the reasons but she did mean what she said. He hoped all of this would make sense to him here quickly. He would rather not expose himself in his entirety to her like this, at her very command. But he supposed this was all part of trust, he had to trust that she had his best interests in mind. So reluctantly he followed her instructions.
His hands found his belt buckle and he undid it, never before did undressing for someone feel so…uncomfortable for him. But again this was trust. His pants slid off easily across the taunt surface of the white silk bodysuit he wore. Then almost without missing a beat he pulled skillfully the bodysuit from his lower body. It stuck to him like a second pale skin. Which was good in the winter because it kept the heat close to his body. But it made for somewhat of a chore to remove it. But he did so and then laid the bodysuit on the table. And there he was, now the picture started to make more sense.
Scars continued down from his upper torso through to his body, there were markings on his legs, thighs, everywhere really. Some of them matched the scars from his upper body as far as the tools and techniques used to create them. They were just as vicious as the first set of scars though. And only continued the story that the others told. He was obviously not spared anything wherever he had obtained these brush strokes. He was marked, but not only by his goddess Rak’keli; by mankind as well. He was uneasy, but there he stood. In his entirety before Kavala. He didn’t know what she would say next, of if she could make this any more uncomfortable for him.
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