There's . . . a mark, on your back, between your wings. Like a tattoo?
[ But not a tattoo. It's hard to get a tattoo this size, this dark and not know about it. Right? And he's definitely surprised, the whisper of tension in his back like a note turned slightly sharp.
One of her hands spreads across it, while the other digs through her pockets for her comm. ]
Right here. Like a stylized flower with three petals. Kind of . . . like a crocus.
[ Her hand drops so she can snap a picture, and then the brief distance is erased entirely as she leans forward, her shirt brushing his back as she holds her comm out to where he can see it. ]
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[ But not a tattoo. It's hard to get a tattoo this size, this dark and not know about it. Right? And he's definitely surprised, the whisper of tension in his back like a note turned slightly sharp.
One of her hands spreads across it, while the other digs through her pockets for her comm. ]
Right here. Like a stylized flower with three petals. Kind of . . . like a crocus.
[ Her hand drops so she can snap a picture, and then the brief distance is erased entirely as she leans forward, her shirt brushing his back as she holds her comm out to where he can see it. ]