Is it love, if you feel it so quickly? If you can feel it for everyone, is it even special?

( Esikko's words come out soft, with those questions, matched with the way he leans in to observe that suit mark. His fingers, still unnaturally cold, touch like ice cubes against his back, trailing up from the darkened mark purposefully. An intricate and lovely design, but still a spade. Coincidence, from his feelings earlier? Or no? )

I'm normally the one who scares others off, you know. ( When he gets obsessive. When he gets jealous, and possessive, and wants things just to have them, crushes things just to feel the sensation of it. His fingers end their trailing at Leo's shoulders, slipping away and freeing him to turn back around, if he wants.

Esikko is in a sweater, so rolling up the sleeves is too annoying. But he starts with the scarf, unwinding it and setting it aside on the arm of the couch to reveal the large TRANSGRESSOR mark now branded along the right half of his neck. )

I don't think I'm someone people can or should love. Perhaps you should focus on the here and the now, rather than the what-ifs of the future. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, anyway.

( It's here that his sweater slips off so that he can show off the pink mark on his left shoulder, on the side. Pale, taken care of, and also intricately designed. Also out of place is a healed over scar on the upper left side of his chest, but aside from that, his skin is as flawless as can be. And cold. )

Here's mine. They almost match, don't they? In their own way.