Teatime thought hard about that. A kiss would be easy, (and considering the one time he could remember kissing someone was on a playground years ago which ended with someone's face in the sand... quite removed from the body, kissing may not have been the best route) a caress too simplistic, too open. No, he needed something... permanent.
He moved his hand from Nny's neck to the hand that gripped his hair, prying it loose and pulling down the sleeve before turning his head and sinking his teeth into the flesh of Nny's palm, right under the thumb. He bit hard, as hard as he knew he could without paralyzing the hand, tasting blood and butter, holding his teeth in so he knew the imprint would last. Nny would see the scar every day of his life, he would know it was there. Always.
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:24 am (UTC)He moved his hand from Nny's neck to the hand that gripped his hair, prying it loose and pulling down the sleeve before turning his head and sinking his teeth into the flesh of Nny's palm, right under the thumb. He bit hard, as hard as he knew he could without paralyzing the hand, tasting blood and butter, holding his teeth in so he knew the imprint would last. Nny would see the scar every day of his life, he would know it was there. Always.