[There was no judgement, and no shying away. Fingers brushed scars and burn alike in the movements of steady and firm hands in his task. Smoothing a hand over bandage and skin alike to make sure it would lay in place correctly as possible. Some scars he'd already known, and the new ones with the burns were no surprise.
He carried the same.
Hands slid under some bandaging to make sure nothing twisted, and it wasn't being wrapped too tightly. Brought palms and fingers over burns, scars, and otherwise bare skin, movement slow and showing more the appearance didn't deter him, didn't hurry to get it over with but rather wanted to take the time to make sure the job was done right.]
Brain makes it all seem longer, slow motion even as it goes black. Feeling every burn and ache, and teeth digging in to skin. [He'd been attacked the entirety of it. Losing blood, losing strength, even as he drowned. Being ripped at, torn in to, making it not just a simple drowning.
Point was? It still clung to him, enough he remembered details, the feeling. He knew, he understood.
76 breathed a quiet thanks at Reaper moving hair out of the way as he worked, having made sure his hand passed under it, but it kept falling back in the way.]
There was too much down time, and hunting it an occasional spar did little. So I fought a lot of orcs, assholes the lot of them were. Satisfying fights, at least. Hit heavier than Reinhardt.
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Date: 2021-11-29 04:07 am (UTC)From:He carried the same.
Hands slid under some bandaging to make sure nothing twisted, and it wasn't being wrapped too tightly. Brought palms and fingers over burns, scars, and otherwise bare skin, movement slow and showing more the appearance didn't deter him, didn't hurry to get it over with but rather wanted to take the time to make sure the job was done right.]
Brain makes it all seem longer, slow motion even as it goes black. Feeling every burn and ache, and teeth digging in to skin. [He'd been attacked the entirety of it. Losing blood, losing strength, even as he drowned. Being ripped at, torn in to, making it not just a simple drowning.
Point was? It still clung to him, enough he remembered details, the feeling. He knew, he understood.
76 breathed a quiet thanks at Reaper moving hair out of the way as he worked, having made sure his hand passed under it, but it kept falling back in the way.]
There was too much down time, and hunting it an occasional spar did little. So I fought a lot of orcs, assholes the lot of them were. Satisfying fights, at least. Hit heavier than Reinhardt.