He's used to baring his skin to his followers. They have seen every inch of his arms and his chest because he has to show them. It's part of confession and atonement to show that sin. And yet, when she extends a hand to him, he feels that sudden rise of Lust, of Pride, and he wants to cower a bit from it.
Oh God, help him., But he doesn't want to stop. cigarette still between his lips, he follows, sliding the blade from his sleeve, onto the table like she asked. But he doesn't sit. He stands in front of her and untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly from the top, revealing smooth, relatively unblemished skin of his chest, down to his stomach, where the word "yes" is carved just under his ribs. The sigil of Eden's Gate rests just below his navel. Wrath, which he showed her already. He turns around, letting the shirt fall, revealing "lust" along his shoulder blade, crossed out rather viciously. Twin blades underneath it.
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Date: 2021-08-30 10:49 pm (UTC)Oh God, help him., But he doesn't want to stop. cigarette still between his lips, he follows, sliding the blade from his sleeve, onto the table like she asked. But he doesn't sit. He stands in front of her and untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly from the top, revealing smooth, relatively unblemished skin of his chest, down to his stomach, where the word "yes" is carved just under his ribs. The sigil of Eden's Gate rests just below his navel. Wrath, which he showed her already. He turns around, letting the shirt fall, revealing "lust" along his shoulder blade, crossed out rather viciously. Twin blades underneath it.