it’s one of those nights.

one of those nights where neither you or lityerses could sleep.

…(technically if one of you can’t sleep, neither of you can. it’s a closure thing.)

so, you’ve turned to tracing lit’s scars and asking about how he’s gotten each one. he knows this is your favorite, and he likes it, too.

“mm… that one was from when a wind spirit cut me with glass… there were eleven in total, but that’s the only one that scarred.” lityerses mumbles in a low voice as you trace a light scar on his arm.