𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍

[dispairages]

The Kissing Scars Meme

Despite the romanticism surrounding the emotion, it can be difficult to be loved completely — not just the beautiful parts of us, but also the sad parts, the injured parts, the hidden and less-than-pleasant parts. There are marks on us, both physical and mental, that we'd often rather forget. The mental ones can just be easier to hide. As for physical scars, they can be off of our minds some of the time, but that's exceedingly hard to do in more intimate, close moments. Whether it's to your dismay or otherwise, your partner is not looking away and ignoring your scars. To the contrary, they're providing attention in a way most heavily associated with tenderness: kissing. It may be an accidental slip off target, or they may be trying to show you that what you've done and who you've been don't matter to them now. Does the gesture touch you? Make the walls come up once again because of the memories that are dredged from somewhere you'd rather no go? A mixture of both? The wound has long closed, yet the pains remains; these days, however, there's someone who may be willing to help you bear it. Reply with the usual: canon, character, preferences, et al. You may also want to say if you're down for smut or not, since it's not a given. Be sure to include what side you'd like your character to play. Mention if you can do both the kisser and the kissed. Also, feel free to talk about your character's scars. Reply to others.

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[oncealifetime]

[Ichigo nods silently with a little smile and waits for Tsurumaru to get the bread.]

... sounds good.

[Then he leans over a bit to carefully take the bite of bread from his fingers, his lips delicately brushing against Tsurumaru’s fingers. He sits back to chew the bread, but soon finds that it isn’t really necessary as it has already mostly dissolved, so all he needs to do is swallow.

Upon receiving that small morsel of food, Ichigo’s stomach growls for more...!]

[cranelike]

(He tries to hold back a laugh but what comes out is still a soft chuckle,)

Right, right, you don't have to say it.

(And even if it takes a while, even if he has to stay all evening into night, he patiently sits next to Ichigo, taking care of him, making sure he's able to eat his share. Every now and then, he slips in some conversation; mostly one sided, not expecting Ichigo to say much.

There are little updates about what his brothers have done. They did their chores, they cleaned their room, Maeda and Oodenta taught Hakusan how to help make something for dinner the other day. It was a shame Ichigo had to miss it but he's certain that once Ichigo is better, they'll make it for him again.

Once in awhile, he slips in some tea for Ichigo and when there's no more bread or Ichigo has had enough, he settles back again,)

Better?

[oncealifetime]

[Ichigo listens quietly with a little smile, with the occasional nod and soft hum of acknowledgement at everything Tsurumaru tells him while he’s slowly fed the bread, bite by bite.

After a few more sips of tea, he tries to hold the cup himself. He clutches it tightly in both hands as he lifts it to his lips with the slightest tremble. Other than that, he does feel a little stronger and is full for now.

He give Tsurumaru another nod.]

Yes. Thank you.

[He does kind of wish he could bathe or at least change his clothes though as he did sweat quite a bit in his sleep. But he doubts he’ll be strong enough to do so on his own and... he doesn’t want to bother Tsurumaru with that as it’s embarrassing. But most importantly, he’s ashamed of the scars on his back.

It’s fine. He’ll just ask one of his brothers to help him when they come to check on him.

However, just as he’s setting his teacup down, his hold on it falters and he spills the remaining tea all over himself...!]

[cranelike]

(It feels like he looked away just for a second to rearrange something on the tray when he hears the splash of tea spilling. He's quick to turn his attention back to Ichigo and without even thinking, he's rolling his sleeve over his hand and dabbing at Ichigo, removing the cup and trying to wipe up as much as he can.)

Ah, Ichi...

(He sighs but there's no judgement. He pushes the blankets aside and really, there isn't much he can do right now with what he has,)

We'll have to get you changed... (It would be easier than trying to dry off the clothes or waiting for it to dry. But that's when he starts to think about how Ichigo's been in bed for so long and--) You probably want to bathe.

(It's almost like he read Ichigo's mind earlier and he looks at Ichigo, wondering what his answer might be to that.)

[oncealifetime]

... I’m sorry... [Ichigo looks away in shame and stays still as Tsurumaru wipes him.

Then he looks up quickly and a little frantically at the suggestion of changing his clothes and bathing, his cheeks turning quite pink.] Ahh! I should but.... but I don’t want to be a bother to you. I’ll just ask my brothers to assist me later... you-you don’t need to... [As he says so, he subconsciously reaches up to put a hand over his shoulder, lightly touching the start of the scarring on his back.]

[cranelike]

(Well, that's definitely a reaction and Tsurumaru stops what he's doing for a moment to watch Ichigo. He really watches him, gold eyes taking in the way he looks away, the flush on his cheeks, and when he touches his shoulder...

He understands.)

It isn't a bother.

(And now it's his turn to look away. He lowers his head, feeling a little guilty. Everyone has their secrets, including himself, and he tries to respect that but in the moment, he'd learned Ichigo's without permission....)

Do you remember the battle, Ichi? Before you were struck?

(To give Ichigo some space, he sits back, his back straight and head down to look at the hands folded neatly in his lap as he recounts the last moments,)

We were attacked suddenly from behind and I happened to turn just as you were hit.

(...)

I was behind you, Ichi. I saw the blade slice into your back. (And it was then that he saw what he thought were scars.) I made sure no one else would see...

(He'd thrown his cloak over him to hide the scars from everyone else. He still saw the scars, though.)

... I'm sorry.

(He never meant to learn Ichigo's secret.)