bakerstreet | a scar means i survived } scars meme

the s c a r s meme

Most everyone has some sort of scar. Some are from happy accidents. Some are from events you'd rather not speak about. Sometimes, people can share a moment over scars: Be it friendly, romantic, or even with a complete stranger. These are those moments.

01. NEW: the scar is fairly new-- maybe you still need to do something to make sure it heals properly. maybe you're just worried about the new scar that's appeared on someone you care about.

02. DISCOVERY: you've just had someone find out about your scars, or you've just accidentally learned that the other person has scars. do you say something, or let the moment pass?

03. SHAME: maybe you're ashamed of your scars. maybe you want someone else to know that there's no need to hide their scars around you.

04. SHOW: you're proud of your scars, or at least you don't see a reason to keep them covered-- never have, or not anymore. or maybe someone is showing you their scars for the first time.

05. STORY: it's time to talk about the story behind your scars. or, perhaps, it's time to listen to someone tell you about how they came about their scars.

06. TOUCH: maybe you want someone to touch your scars so you can remind yourself you're still here. maybe you want to touch their scars because you want to show them you don't mind them.

07. ATTRACTION: you've heard that people like someone with scars, so you're flaunting them, or you're the person very attracted to someone with scars.

08. KISS: letting this person kiss your scars may be a moment of extreme vulnerability, or just something you like. kissing someone else's scars may be just what you need to do to show someone how much you care.

09. SOULMATE: you live in a world where your soulmate's scars appear on your own skin. what's that like?

10. OTHER: wildcard option.

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Post with your character's name and canon, if you're interested in gen/shipping/etc., and maybe a list of some of their scars. Reply to other people's comments by picking RNG for an option, or pick your own!

Warning: May have reference to abuse, torture, violence, self-harm, or similar.

A mash up of several other scar memes.

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"Hmm." He says, and that gives him some more information to turn over in his head.

"If I break the binding that might be stealing." He muses. "But if I were to, say, win you in a wager...that might be a transfer? And then I could do with you as I like. Which would be to formally release you from your servitude, obviously." He adds, just in case the thought made her nervous.

She chuckles, and if there's a touch of relief behind the sound, she won't admit it. While she thinks she knows Eskel well enough now to trust his benevolent intentions... Well. She's been a fool before, and trusted when she shouldn't, and paid more than once for that misstep. He could still turn against her, but even if he eventually does, she has a hard time imagining how that could be worse than her present circumstances.

Especially when he's touching her so carefully, calloused fingers drawing precise boundaries around the scars on her back.

"I'm willing to give it a try," she says. "Not that it requires me doing anything, precisely." Except not trying to escape at the first opportunity, but she hasn't had much luck with that thus far. New chances aren't likely to present themselves in the next few months. The proprietors here have learned a little something about her usual tricks.

"Well...guess that eliminates the need for me to ask my mentor for help." He says. And also eliminates the possibility that Vesemir will sway him from this course of action.

He rolls away from her, candles tracing the scars on his nude form as he gets up to rifle through his bags, coming back with a worn-smooth card box to put on her bedside table.

"Your employer plays, I've seen her. Tomorrow, we'll test my theory and by nightfall you could be a free fairy." He says, with a cocky smile.

Oh, this could be a terrible idea.

But most of the best ideas have a fifty-fifty chance of going completely sideways.

The hope that clenches tight around her heart takes her breath away; it leaves her lightheaded with a sort of dizzy intoxication that feels like half anticipation and half terror. She knows that she's not going to try to talk him out of it. She's never been particularly good at doing what she should, when simply doing what she wants involves so much less resistance. In this case, she wants so badly that she can taste it, like the sharp tang of frost on the wind.

Sitting up, she reaches for the box and runs her fingers over the wood before opening the lid. "She does love a good game." Robin returns his smile with a narrow grin of her own. "How does your luck usually run?"

"Pretty good." He says, ignoring that his luck is somewhat all or nothing: how unfortunate does a man have to be to get an eclipse princess for his child of surprise, after all? "And Gwent's a game of skill too, it's not all down to luck. My deck's pretty good, been at it for a while." He sits back down on the bed. "I mean, better than not trying at all, right? And if I lose I can keep playing her every time I come back." He grins lopsidedly.

She upends the deck into one hand. Then she spreads out the cards between both hands, arranging them in one wide fan with the backs facing upwards. Her magic is nothing to brag about under these circumstances, but even so, a puck always carries a bit of luck. Saturation is probably best. She brushes the tips of her fingers along the edges of the cards before dividing them, cutting the deck, shuffling it with an extra touch of flair.

She lifts the top card, presses it to her lips, and sets it back into place before returning the deck to the box. "For extra luck," she says, glancing sideways at him with a glint in her eyes. "Which is not any kind of criticism of your skill. Just insurance."

Even for such a minor magic trick, his medallion jumps on his bare chest as he watches her curiously. He's not entirely sure what she's done, but he can guess easily enough and she confirms it.

"Every little bit helps." He rumbles, setting the box on the side table before leaning in to kiss her, gently nudging her towards the pillows. "Guess we'll find out in the morning..."

"We'll hope so," she says, giving a little murmur of a purr at the touch of his lips. She goes willingly down to the mattress, shifting to the side so that he can lay himself back down beside her. For the moment, she's going to push away anything but a willingness to believe that his skill and her luck will, together, be enough.

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