On a scar
Vriska and Terezi had one good eye between them. Their grey skinned bodies were both covered in a galaxy of various little puckered scars shaded in teal and cerulean.
The scourge sisters lay together, limbs entangled and covers tossed aside, hearts at peace, for the moment somewhere far from the hardships that had marred their bodies and would again.
It would be hard for either of them to avoid kissing each other’s scars, even if they wanted to. But they didn’t want to, and the two made it a point, even a lazy competition, for their lips to find and flutter over each and every one.
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