[Camille wets her lips. Her eyes dart between Asa's.
It's not like it's a well kept secret around here.
Calmly, coolly, she pushes up one sleeve to the elbow. Then the other.
Eveything from the wrist up is scarred. Jagged words carved into her own skin by whatever means she'd had, cultivated over the years. Curls. Worry. Dogma. Liar. Lipstick. Disjointed sentiments, cutesy feminine thoughts clashing against bitter lashings.
They continue past where she's lifted her sleeves. Very far.]
Cw: self harm
It's not like it's a well kept secret around here.
Calmly, coolly, she pushes up one sleeve to the elbow. Then the other.
Eveything from the wrist up is scarred. Jagged words carved into her own skin by whatever means she'd had, cultivated over the years. Curls. Worry. Dogma. Liar. Lipstick. Disjointed sentiments, cutesy feminine thoughts clashing against bitter lashings.
They continue past where she's lifted her sleeves. Very far.]
I've all but run out of space.