[It's about what he expects, but it's still a sight to take in the dim lighting. Vergilius' life is one full of life or death frequently, and the stories are clear in his flesh. Wounds long past, and none of his skills can do anything about them, so it is what it is.
He's keen to take his time, but he doesn't have qualms about Vergilius just taking the plunge either, like a man dying of thirst. A sharp inhale of breath and he leans back as much as he can to let himself be explored.
Mostly, Daan is unmarred, but there are at least two distinctions: one, there are faint scars on Daan's chest from where the claws of a beastly Vergilius struck the Pocketcat. The second is a perfectly ringed scar around his upper right arm, like an unusual band going around his bicep.
He rests his hand down to the back of Vergilius' neck, thumb rolling there.]
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He's keen to take his time, but he doesn't have qualms about Vergilius just taking the plunge either, like a man dying of thirst. A sharp inhale of breath and he leans back as much as he can to let himself be explored.
Mostly, Daan is unmarred, but there are at least two distinctions: one, there are faint scars on Daan's chest from where the claws of a beastly Vergilius struck the Pocketcat. The second is a perfectly ringed scar around his upper right arm, like an unusual band going around his bicep.
He rests his hand down to the back of Vergilius' neck, thumb rolling there.]