Meme & Sort of Prompt
Well, charloft is doing it and it inspired me to resurrect one of my all time favorite memes. That's rick, it's the Pick-A-Fic meme. Only instead of the usual list I use, I've got the one charloft put up
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“You’ve got a lot of scars back here,” she said. There was one underneath every finger of her hands. Some were long and jagged, others more smooth and well healed. There were only a few recent ones, she noted.
He snorted, “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know, darllin’.”
“I don’t usually see you from this angle.”
She started tracing the scars with her fingers. She knew he had lived a long time but now she could see the years mapped out on his skin in lines and puckered rings of white. A lot of the scars underneath her fingers seemed too big for him to have survived, but he had. If she didn’t already know he was more than human, she would have suspected it now.
“Do you remember how you got them?” she asked softly.
He shifted a little again and she thought for a moment maybe she had asked too much. He didn’t like talking about his past, but she liked knowing about it. Knowing things about people was ingrained in her. She always asked. Sometimes, she asked too much. When he settled this time, his voice was a little more distant.
“That one you got your hand on now was a man who whipped the people workin’ for him. Was the last time anyone whipped me.”
She moved her hand away. She didn’t like hearing about the murders he’d committed. She liked him, sure, but she didn’t like murder and hearing that he’d committed them.
“That one was a cave in at a coal mine in Pennsylvania. Guy dug me out of that one. His damn fault we were working there.”
“Any of these from him?” she asked with a half smile.
He reached back and grabbed her wrist. It took a little maneuvering for him to get her hand down to his hip, but he managed to curl her fingers around a set of four long lines all running parallel to each other. For a moment she didn’t know what to say. It looked like Guy could have taken Alan’s hip off with a cut like the ones under her fingers. Sympathy didn’t seem appropriate because he didn’t seem sad about it or angry either. She went with what worked.
“Well, I guess I should thank him for getting you on the side instead of the front. Then we couldn’t have nearly as much fun as we do.”
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