Din-din's Daibheid!

she nodded quietly, biting her lip a little

she reached into her pocket and lit a fag, just needing something familiar in her mouth and the nicotine to calm her down

she shifted slightly as her scars were traced by Moe, but she didn't push the girl away or tell her to stop. might as well let the girl know what has happened in her life...her scars mapped out a life of fighting and kiling and that she wasn't as pleasant as she may appear to others

however, when Moe touched the scars on her back, the Outcast Markings, she shivered slightly at the slight zing of electricity shot through her to remind her of the fact she was alone...something to be forsaken...something to be cast aside

she sighed quietly, taking a long drag on her cigarette as she closed her eyes again and relaxed to ignore the things her Scars reminded her off, just simply smoking and being with her sister

When the woman shivered, she hugged her closer, fingers continuing tracing the angry scars.

Taylor wasn't alone. And she never would be with Moe around.

The marks were just marks in Moe's eyes. Just discoloured, raised skin. She refused to let Taylor be alone. Though everything Elven her mother had taught her told her to leave this woman alone, ignore her, jeer at her, make her life hell, she refused to do so.

She wouldn't let this woman be alone any longer.

Taylor blinked as she realised that Moe wasn't shying away from her Outcast marks...and not throwing her to the side

yeah, others have seen it before, as has she...but touching them and not trying to get away from her?

it was near unheard of

Taylor leaned closer to moe and sighed heavily, feeling a slight burn in her chest, pulsing a little, before it faded back away again to a nothingness

thank you....Imouto.

she was glad she wasn't being turned away at this point when she was at her most vulnerable....it would kill her a little inside if that happened with moe