Send a “ϟ” For My Muse’s Reaction to Your’s running their fingers along a
Scar on My Muse’s Body, if Your Muse knows Mine well Add what Scar they
are touching for a Detailed Reaction..
He was growing more used to Nalya’s touches, but when her fingers
trailed over a scar marring his right shoulder, he stiffened, straightened, moved away
from her as suddenly and quickly as he had the first time she had
touched his bare skin.
It wasn’t as if she’d never seen his scars or come in contact with them in the several months they had known each other, but she’d never given one any attention until then and he was unused to it. Looking away from her, Link managed an apology to which she replied, “Where did you get it?”
There wasn’t even any time required to think about it, the answer immediately coming to mind. He remembered the arrow piercing his shoulder when his guard was down, his attention drawn elsewhere. He remembered the blood staining his tunic and the way Navi had yelled for him to look out as more arrows flew in his direction. He remembered fighting through the pain, raising his shield against the attack even when his arm screamed in agony.
And he remembered staring down at an arrow from his quiver held tightly in his left hand, tears blurring his vision. He remembered pushing it through his flesh with a cry, gritting his teeth, but welcoming the pain.
But he didn’t tell her any of that, only picked up his undershirt and pulled it on before a lie slipped smoothly from his lips, “Raiders came into Kakariko several years ago and I was being inattentive.” Link offered her a small smile when he looked at her again. “That is all.”