Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170801185328/@comment-26854056-20170805001309

Elijah frowned a little as Jeong flinched under his touch. Instinctively, he pecked him on the cheek, giving him an attempt at a reassuring smile.

He gently held Jeong's upper arm as he outlined the rest of the small bruises that littered his skin in a pale blue ink, tapering the ends of them in gentle points. He moved onto the slightly larger wounds such as gashes and scabs with a pale red, working in the colours as  well as he could without hurting him, which seemed to be an impossible task on its own.

As he added more colours, first purple to blue, orange to red and long, thick lines of green and yellow that spanned across his lovers pale skin like a spider web.

Soon enough, over a span of an hour or two, he was halfway finished. Half of Jeong's upper arm had been decorated with beautiful blue hydrangeas and blooming lobelias that stood starkly against his pale skin. Although the blues, reds, and purples blended in well with the bruises that tainted his canvas, you could clearly see the wounds making the majority of the petals that dotted across his body.

Despite being halfway done with his work, Elijah still couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hurting the Korean in some way. Every single time he thought he pressed too hard with the pen, the expression on his face looked like he expected him to explode right there and then, often resorting to kissing Jeong's arm in an effort to apologise, inevitably getting ink smeared on his lips and cheek as a result.

After a few more minutes, he hummed to himself in satisfaction, quickly reaching over Jeong's lap for a black marker.

"It's almost done. You can look now, I guess-"

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Finch hummed in agreement, wiping at her mask with her robe sleeve out of habit.

"Ah, I wish I could have met them. At least they're less headstrong than Robin and Sparrow. Dear god, it was a nightmare. One time when we were about the same age as your girls they decided to have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek with guns. Alouette was involved, obviously. But not because she tried to stop them, oh no. She was the one who suggested the idea in the first place!"

The happy smile on her face immediately darkened as her posture fell, seemingly collapsing in on herself as she sighed, her discontent and sadness radiating off of her.

"...I miss them. I wish I got to see Duck grow up. Promise me that you'd annoy Quail about his hair as soon as you get home, hm?"