[ Despite Leander’s persistent consciousness, Alexandrie judges it easier to cut the shirt from him than get it off any other way. It’s not as if it’s salvageable. Nimble hands and sharp shears make quick work of parting it, her fingers peeling it from him with slow care afterward, stopping to wet the cloth if it sticks.
(Whole over the cuts. Whatever opened the wounds for use, it didn’t go through the cloth. The spell itself, then?)
Her lips thin, clinical. There are... it’s a lot. Brutal looking and clean, bisecting his chest. Myriad and exacting on his upper arms, too orderly to be anything but chosen and placed. More haphazard on the forearms—wait. A slight frown. Those she’s seen. Or at least, she’s seen them closed and healed and old, light lines storytellers of a life near violence as he paints.
(Scars... made new wounds to cast from? One cut to make many quickly to cast something larger? That would, perhaps, fit the story she’s been fed. Other stories wear it equally well.)
Alexandrie sucks in a sharp breath when she checks his back and finds the deepest of them, still bleeding. Says something unladylike on the exhale and moves quickly to thread the needle, maneuver onto the bed behind him. Pauses briefly, then sets to making smaller holes in his flesh to close the large. She is more careful than she is quick; it will take some time. ]
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(Whole over the cuts. Whatever opened the wounds for use, it didn’t go through the cloth. The spell itself, then?)
Her lips thin, clinical. There are... it’s a lot. Brutal looking and clean, bisecting his chest. Myriad and exacting on his upper arms, too orderly to be anything but chosen and placed. More haphazard on the forearms—wait. A slight frown. Those she’s seen. Or at least, she’s seen them closed and healed and old, light lines storytellers of a life near violence as he paints.
(Scars... made new wounds to cast from? One cut to make many quickly to cast something larger? That would, perhaps, fit the story she’s been fed. Other stories wear it equally well.)
Alexandrie sucks in a sharp breath when she checks his back and finds the deepest of them, still bleeding. Says something unladylike on the exhale and moves quickly to thread the needle, maneuver onto the bed behind him. Pauses briefly, then sets to making smaller holes in his flesh to close the large. She is more careful than she is quick; it will take some time. ]