Re: Fortune Favors... (Desmas)
Feeling the woman climb her way over and into his lap, Desmas felt the urge to panic, keep distance or anything, but he knew what was coming and decided not to make himself look like any more of a fool. He tried to keep his body relaxed, somewhat successfully with the exception of his tensed shoulders and he practically hunched, staring downward into the water. He froze there, feeling the stiffness of the muscles in his shoulders spread to his back, waiting for her to finish cleaning his face away and seeing what lie beneath the dirt. Only did his concentration, along with the constriction on his muscles break when he could feel her bare chest come against his own. Eventually loosened up from her contact, he managed to stare back up into her yellow eyes as he hands came closer to his face. She washed it away delicately, but it was an old scar, and the damage was long done.
He could tell when she had spotted it, but she had not acted as horrified as he continually shamed himself into thinking people would react. He let out a long soft breath as he felt her warm finger caressing the old wound. It had healed pretty well since it was first charred into his flesh, but some things are just too deep, and he had protected it for so long, it had been a while since anyone just touched it as Cammy was now doing. He saw her eyes return to his own before she asked the inevitable question.
The look on her face made him feel terrible. Oh no, she pities me. She feels bad enough without knowing what I did to deserve this. ...pity a thief? God, I just wish she wasn't looking at me like that. Feeling as if he had to reassure her, the ends of his mouth wiggled their way upward to make a disingenuous smile, as evidenced by his eyes not changing their own shape. With water all over his face, it must be impossible to detect the few tears now rolling down his cheeks. "Well, I was ... burned.. as a kid." He lifted his hand to her shoulder, slowly running down her arm, before detaching and resting on her hip, watching it the whole way with his eyes, not able to look into hers anymore. "I wasn't exactly a 'good' child. ...Well, that's not completely true, I don't think I've ever exactly been a 'good' person. Just some choices here and there that... well, if given the chance, I'd do everything I'd done again, but I still regret my actions, they were wrong. Does that make me a hypocrite? .. Living my life doing things I knew in my heart was wrong? ... just makes me sound evil when I say it like that I guess."