Because it was hers! At first sight, you couldn't even tell they were there, the scars were this minute. She was unique with her style and too equipped that her proficiencies hardly left marks and when they did they were like his.
Her hand unknowingly stretched, her cold fingers made contact with his sizzling hot skin in his contrast and landed on the diagonal vertical mark following the whole length of his back. She traced it and he had never felt more intimate before. She was caressing his soul through the scars.
Closing his eyes he relished in the feeling of her near him. She was his equilibrium for sanity, she was the leverage balancing his humility and beast. She was Queen of his heart.
She wanted to hug him and kiss his scars but the thought of some other darling out there held her rooted to her soil. But these scars, they were…
