[ It’s slow, deliberate in a way that Carver isn’t certain he’d like under different circumstances. He’s set most - though not all - of his knives aside. Stripped off most of his layers, his armor. He doesn’t give a fuck about his scars one way or another, but it’s been a long time since another person’s laid eyes on them.
He wouldn’t be doing this back home. Would have no call for it. Yet it is happening, and in the calm moments - in this moment - it just feels good. He doubts the calm feeling will last - his moods tend to swing wide and wild these days - but for now, it’s nice. Right now, they aren’t enemies. Right now, it feels good to be touched. To have Gold’s fingers trailing up his arm. Light, and so very careful.
Carver shivers a little. He doesn’t flinch away, though. Just runs his fingers over Gold’s arm, steady and calm, and watches to see what it gets him when Caver gives his arm a small tug. Urging him closer. ]
Like I said. Not gonna flinch if you touch me.
[ He’s got a feeling he ought to be careful with Gold, though. ]
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He wouldn’t be doing this back home. Would have no call for it. Yet it is happening, and in the calm moments - in this moment - it just feels good. He doubts the calm feeling will last - his moods tend to swing wide and wild these days - but for now, it’s nice. Right now, they aren’t enemies. Right now, it feels good to be touched. To have Gold’s fingers trailing up his arm. Light, and so very careful.
Carver shivers a little. He doesn’t flinch away, though. Just runs his fingers over Gold’s arm, steady and calm, and watches to see what it gets him when Caver gives his arm a small tug. Urging him closer. ]
Like I said. Not gonna flinch if you touch me.
[ He’s got a feeling he ought to be careful with Gold, though. ]