He knew the moment when she'd seen his scars - most of them were small, silver streaks that barely stood out anymore. Others were more prominent, puckering where the skin gathered so serve as a reminder of his actions: some mistakes, others made in the line of work, and some for far more stupid reasons than he would care to divulge to Marie.
He met her gaze, and couldn't help but smile through the burning at his side. "Good." It was all the assurance he needed as his eyes begged to close and offer him some sleep. Faustus fought against this urge, harder to resist than before because now he knew he would be able to see her. That was enough.
But then it felt like something tore at him, a hot iron sinking into his chest, angry and unrelentless and he felt himself convulsing as a cry tore from him. It was as if the minute Faustus felt calm enough to fall asleep, to let her continue her work uninterrupted, it felt as if he was being ripped open.
He met her gaze, and couldn't help but smile through the burning at his side. "Good." It was all the assurance he needed as his eyes begged to close and offer him some sleep. Faustus fought against this urge, harder to resist than before because now he knew he would be able to see her. That was enough.
But then it felt like something tore at him, a hot iron sinking into his chest, angry and unrelentless and he felt himself convulsing as a cry tore from him. It was as if the minute Faustus felt calm enough to fall asleep, to let her continue her work uninterrupted, it felt as if he was being ripped open.
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