09-02-2011, 03:53 PM
For a few moments Rua was silent, then a smile graced his lips. He hadn't really realized how much of a secret her being a witch was. But the way she had gone all serious and leaned in at eye level with him, her tone. The way she spoke her words, Rua was beginning to understand, he gave her an easy smile. "You are what you are and I am what I am. We can't change those things...still...it is a little unexpected." At least, he seemed to have adjusted to her being a witch and Edgar speaking rather easily. Really, Rua was probably just too laid back, too easy going.
He handed the jar back to her, Rua had reached a decision. The blonde had decided a few minutes ago he'd let her waste that balm on his bruises, but only on the bruises she could see. The ones she actually knew about. "You'll have to help me then, because I can't reach this one." Rua had stood and turned his back to her, already pulling off that tank top. It wasn't a very big bruise, but it was nestled right between his shoulder blades, mostly it looked as if something had been thrown at him. It had. A table lamp.
Though now of course she would see the scars. There weren't many of them, and they criss crossed his lower back, as if he'd been beat with a cord until the skin had broken. When the marks had healed, they'd left scars. Rua let out a soft sigh. He didn't enjoy showing people such things.
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