[Sensing the tension, Rei briefly toys with the idea of releasing Fenimore and just backing up to give her some space, but thankfully that fades. The negative emotions she’s sensing, though, do keep her quiet for a long moment too. She understands that there are some things her girlfriend may not want to talk about, and she has some of those sorts of secrets herself. The dream shifter is a big one. But that’s not really something she should be worrying about, even if it is something that’s on her mind. So, listening, she closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Scars. Scars she can understand. And feeling that there’s something wrong with her? That she can relate to all to well, for different reasons. Her power, her father abandoning her, her schoolmates avoiding her. The accusations of witchcraft. All of those emotional scars only made it easier to empathize with Fenimore.
Rei exhales slowly before she responds, a full minute having passed in silence.]
Fenimore. I don’t think they make you ugly. I’d never, ever think that you’re anything less than beautiful.
[Her grip loosens a bit, hands moving up to pull the blonde girl into a loose hug.]
I actually think that they’re sort of attractive. Don’t…misunderstand me. Whatever happened to you…whenever you feel like you want to tell me about it…is horrible. But scars aren’t something to be ashamed of. My friend used to tell me that scars are a mark of triumph. A badge of honor.
Those scars, to me? Are a mark of just how tough my girlfriend is. You were put in a bad situation and you survived. They tell me a story I didn’t know about you, and that only brings us closer together. For me, a soldier? I don’t know if I’d want to date someone who didn’t have a few scars. I want to be with someone who survives, not someone who gives up. And in a way, the scars you have prove that I made the right decision to date you…and fall in love with you.
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Scars. Scars she can understand. And feeling that there’s something wrong with her? That she can relate to all to well, for different reasons. Her power, her father abandoning her, her schoolmates avoiding her. The accusations of witchcraft. All of those emotional scars only made it easier to empathize with Fenimore.
Rei exhales slowly before she responds, a full minute having passed in silence.]
Fenimore. I don’t think they make you ugly. I’d never, ever think that you’re anything less than beautiful.
[Her grip loosens a bit, hands moving up to pull the blonde girl into a loose hug.]
I actually think that they’re sort of attractive. Don’t…misunderstand me. Whatever happened to you…whenever you feel like you want to tell me about it…is horrible. But scars aren’t something to be ashamed of. My friend used to tell me that scars are a mark of triumph. A badge of honor.
Those scars, to me? Are a mark of just how tough my girlfriend is. You were put in a bad situation and you survived. They tell me a story I didn’t know about you, and that only brings us closer together. For me, a soldier? I don’t know if I’d want to date someone who didn’t have a few scars. I want to be with someone who survives, not someone who gives up. And in a way, the scars you have prove that I made the right decision to date you…and fall in love with you.