[ Oh. Of all things, why is that gentle brushing of lips and swipe of tongue the thing that makes him shiver the most? Joshua pulls in a soft breath, then huffs out a gentle laugh, lifting a hand briefly to indulge in threading his fingers into Dion's hair, dragging them through. ]
Then, I am glad to give you the task.
[ Those fingers dipping beneath his shirt are very distracting, though. He's been under the care of healers before, of course, but there is a great difference between a healer's touch and this. Dion's touch is soft, gentle, reverent, and Joshua closes his eyes, drinking it in.
When Dion finally decided to tug the shirt up and over his head, he moves with it, easing the passage. As the fabric peels away, it slowly reveals the mark left by Ultima - now a scar, rather than an ugly wound, but still sprawling between his pectorals, fingers of scar tissue radiating from it like a starburst. And there, at his collarbone, rests a small, golden tattoo in the shape of a sun. Beiwe's mark.
But Dion's awe is breathtaking in its own right, and Joshua huffs out another soft laugh, this time a bit more shy. ]
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Then, I am glad to give you the task.
[ Those fingers dipping beneath his shirt are very distracting, though. He's been under the care of healers before, of course, but there is a great difference between a healer's touch and this. Dion's touch is soft, gentle, reverent, and Joshua closes his eyes, drinking it in.
When Dion finally decided to tug the shirt up and over his head, he moves with it, easing the passage. As the fabric peels away, it slowly reveals the mark left by Ultima - now a scar, rather than an ugly wound, but still sprawling between his pectorals, fingers of scar tissue radiating from it like a starburst. And there, at his collarbone, rests a small, golden tattoo in the shape of a sun. Beiwe's mark.
But Dion's awe is breathtaking in its own right, and Joshua huffs out another soft laugh, this time a bit more shy. ]
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose.