Scar-Reader, Palm-Teller
I was reading the Archive, and this popped up.
I read stories from people's scars.
I hear the grating sound that often tells me of a person's being- whenever it be pleasant or staticky.
I do not just read them. I can take those scars away, both on the mind and body, but they become a part of me.
I have lived through the centuries. Those scars I have removed from someone else rests on my body.
But I am not only a person who reads scars, but a person who tells the aching past from one's palm.
My fingers trace the crevices, the tips absorbing the memories- not only the memories, but the future that person is support to take.
I am the Scar-Reader. I am the Palm-Teller.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Meanings
RandomContains: One-shots, shippings, rough drafts, notes, and former writings. NOTICE: At some point in the middle, I had this thing where I switched between present and past, had no space after a period, or a quotation mark. Please excuse it, I shall ed...
