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@ -77,4 +77,20 @@ AJ stood before the vanity mirror, wide-eyed. Stood, gripping the edge of the va
The way in which they relinquished their grip on the edge of the vanity and turned looked tightly controlled, anxiety kept from them by sheer force of will. It set Yves own nerves on edge, and he balled his fists up.
There it was. Night black. Blacker. Fuliginous. Beyond soot: it ate light. An utter p-
There it was. Night black. Blacker. Fuliginous. Beyond soot: it ate light. An utter dark. Harsh geometries and graceful curves, aciculate, full of parallels and careful angles. The lines were all of the same pencil-thin width, and stretched from AJ's hip up along their flank, slipping past the curve of belly, gracing breast, shoulder, bicep.
"Yves." Their voice was raw and spoke to all the anxiety their movements wouldn't show. "Your face."
He walked woodenly to stand next to his partner in front of the mirror. Carefully curated scholarly visage marred by, yes, impossibly black lines. No straight edges, but something that was floral without containing flowers, graceful, but somehow without the grace of AJ's new stigmata. Collarbone to mid-cheek. Undeniable, unmissable, unreal.
"The fuck."
They both stood still, staring into the mirror. Yves would trace the surreal lines of the mark covering his neck and chin, and then trace those covering AJ's side, chest, and shoulder. Minutes of silence. A rhythmic silence, tick-tocking between fear and bewilderment.
"What is it, Yves? What's going on? How..."
"I don't know, love. I don't know."
They turned again, movements no longer so well choreographed, and brushed their fingers over the tattoo-like marks covering his face. "It doesn't...feel. Doesn't feel like anything, I mean. I can't tell that it's there."