[He drops the blade of grass, and his touch drops briefly to the watch on his wrist. That too had been Erik's. He'd been wearing it when he crashed — his pulse must have stuttered and stopped right beneath the wristband when his heart beat for the last time. But Wilhelm prefers to think of the steadiness of his brother's pulse pumping against the band where it now sits on his own wrist.
A smile pokes out as Kyle echoes his words, and with nothing more they reach an understanding. It's a nice place to be.
He rolls up his sleeve so that Kyle can get a better look at his new ink. In real life, his tattoo has scabbed over and his skin is starting to peel off in flakes that carry the ghost of his tattoo. It's been hard to keep his fingers, always itching for something to pick at, away from it while it heals. But here in the Horizon, his skin is already smooth.]
My new tattoo. [His grin widens, as if he loves the feel of these words.] I got it in honor of surviving two years here.
[Two frogs, rendered in crisp lines and shaded in greyscale, appear to climb up a fern leaf. The whole thing stretches from a few inches above his elbow up toward his shoulder.]
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A smile pokes out as Kyle echoes his words, and with nothing more they reach an understanding. It's a nice place to be.
He rolls up his sleeve so that Kyle can get a better look at his new ink. In real life, his tattoo has scabbed over and his skin is starting to peel off in flakes that carry the ghost of his tattoo. It's been hard to keep his fingers, always itching for something to pick at, away from it while it heals. But here in the Horizon, his skin is already smooth.]
My new tattoo. [His grin widens, as if he loves the feel of these words.] I got it in honor of surviving two years here.
[Two frogs, rendered in crisp lines and shaded in greyscale, appear to climb up a fern leaf. The whole thing stretches from a few inches above his elbow up toward his shoulder.]