He should not think of the markings as beautiful, not when they had caused so much pain and posed such danger to its host, but the way they outlined his muscles and caught the light still were so, without a doubt. It was an additional cruelty, Karl thought, to design the markings to be so beautiful that they would distract from the person who bore them and come to define him in the eyes of too many.
At least he did not touch them, even as his eyes lingered; instead he traced the unmarked skin around them with careful fingers, softly as if the skin still burned from within and were in need of soothing.
The first kiss was pressed on his chin, between the white lines, earning him a soft sigh of a body’s yes, but he had to make sure.
“In words, if you please.”
Fenris chuckled, amused but content. “Do go on.”
And so he did, tongue carefully travelling the paths between the markings on his neck, fingers caressing the skin they met as he undressed him with all the reverence of a first time.
Ok, I’ve had it. Over the holidays I am gonna sit down and draw a whole sheet of those damned ears.
My brain is not quite up to being coherent right now, so I will go “that nose, those eyes, those lips” and then feel a bit better looking at it. I mean, this is absolutely terrific, the grove between his nose and mouth, and his lips looks so soft and his eyes are so realistic, and now I am rambling. He is just that gorgeous.