[The touch of Majima's shadowy limb was soft, barely there, under the curve of the vault brand, seemingly without much input from Majima himself. He'd mentioned that it was hard for him to control his shadow, and he must not have been exaggerating, considering how quickly he tugged it back when he noticed what it was doing. As always, Tim followed after Majima easily, hardly needing to be pulled much to come inside. He had to duck, of course, and fold up his wings tightly against his back to make it through the door, but that was only to be expected when you were just an inch or so shy of seven feet.]
The scar?
[He could lie. He could tell Majima that he didn't feel it at all, just so that he wouldn't be worried. But he shouldn't lie to his boyfriend, and, anyway, who was going to understand eye injuries better than him?]
...Yeah. It does. [He tapped his cheek underneath the left eye, the one bisected by the brand.] I don't see very well out of this eye. Just shapes and light.
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Date: 2019-09-13 06:25 pm (UTC)The scar?
[He could lie. He could tell Majima that he didn't feel it at all, just so that he wouldn't be worried. But he shouldn't lie to his boyfriend, and, anyway, who was going to understand eye injuries better than him?]
...Yeah. It does. [He tapped his cheek underneath the left eye, the one bisected by the brand.] I don't see very well out of this eye. Just shapes and light.