Every time Aria would finger his scars in astonishment, Regulus' body would tense and then shiver, sending electric tidal waves through his veins. Finally, he placed his shirt down, covering his wounds. The pair sat in an awkward silence, before an over-confident Aria once more spoke up; "You know," she began, "a body with no scars is like a sky with no stars, it's not pretty." [𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝒸]Todos los derechos reservados