[There is a flurry of knocks on the door about fifteen minutes later. When the door opens it reveals Iggy, resplendent in black sweat pants and a pink silk robe. He's holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bag of skittles in the other.]
[He sits up and blinks before he touches his throat, his smile fading a little.]
Oh. Uhm. No.
[He puts the champagne on the floor and opens the bag of skittles.]
Is it ugly? It's ugly, isn't it? I, uhm. Have a really faint one on one eye, too. Like I guess where it was gouged out. But you barely notice. The neck, though... should I like, get it fixed?
[ Dom watches, listens, and debates on what to do next. One breath in, one breath out, he lifts his shirt enough to show the massive scar on the side of his torso. ]
I got this from the wolf that bit me.
[It's gruesome, it's what turned him into what turned out to be a monster after all. Letting go of his shirt, he sits down next to Iggy. ]
It can't be healed with magic. I think my moms tried and then they realized that. But like… I don't know. I can't really picture myself not having it anymore. I dunno if that makes sense.
[Iggy watches, eyes wide and solemn. When Dom drops his shirt and sits, he offers him the bag of skittles silently. Then he leans over and kisses his cheek softly.]
You're still beautiful. And I think you're trying to tell me I'm not an uggo just because of a little scar tissue.
[He smiles.] If I get self conscious I'll just bring chokers back into fashion.
[ He'll pick at the skittles, one at a time, though he doesn't take many before it's back in Iggy's hands. Dom doesn't even mind the kiss, for once. ]
Yeah, I mean. I guess mine's just a part of me, even though it came from something that's really bad. [ Dom being turned, his father dying in front of him. ] So... Maybe this can just be a part of you, if you want it to be.
[ A small shrug. It's not like he'd blame Iggy for wanting to get rid of it. If there's any place that can pull that off, it's this one. ]
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If u even trust me to be there anymore
[ There's humor somewhere in there, he swears. ]
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She's a snow leopard but she's pretty docile
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Yeah sorta
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She does that a lot with her tail
IDK why
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I LOVE HER
ok we're gonna hug it out and i'm gonna pet your pussy
cat
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oh hey, he's protective of her. ]
U probably can too
She's really chill
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[ Dee will be sleeping in the corner of the room. ]
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Hiiiiiii!
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As for Dom, he is ... smiling? Maybe because Iggy is so excited. Or just because he's happy to see him. ]
Hey. Uh, come in.
[ He steps aside. ]
She's cool with people, but I don't know if she wants anyone to touch her.
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[Like maybe she's a kitten.
He throws his arms around Dom and hugs him, still holding his goodies.]
I'm so glad you're back! I won't say okay - you're probably not okay - but you're here! I brought us some treats to celebrate.
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—thanks. I'm glad I'm back.
[ A sentiment that comes and goes. He's not fully depressed at the moment, so that's something. Uhm, ]
I don't really have glasses here.
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[He's a problem solver.]
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[ Drinking from the bottle it is. ]
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[Time to flop onto Dom's bed.]
I'm so relieved you're okay now!
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[ Even though he can't ignore that scar. ]
Does it hurt...?
cw: referenced eye trauma
[He sits up and blinks before he touches his throat, his smile fading a little.]
Oh. Uhm. No.
[He puts the champagne on the floor and opens the bag of skittles.]
Is it ugly? It's ugly, isn't it? I, uhm. Have a really faint one on one eye, too. Like I guess where it was gouged out. But you barely notice. The neck, though... should I like, get it fixed?
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I got this from the wolf that bit me.
[It's gruesome, it's what turned him into what turned out to be a monster after all. Letting go of his shirt, he sits down next to Iggy. ]
It can't be healed with magic. I think my moms tried and then they realized that. But like… I don't know. I can't really picture myself not having it anymore. I dunno if that makes sense.
[ Or if it's helpful at all. ]
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You're still beautiful. And I think you're trying to tell me I'm not an uggo just because of a little scar tissue.
[He smiles.] If I get self conscious I'll just bring chokers back into fashion.
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Yeah, I mean. I guess mine's just a part of me, even though it came from something that's really bad. [ Dom being turned, his father dying in front of him. ] So... Maybe this can just be a part of you, if you want it to be.
[ A small shrug. It's not like he'd blame Iggy for wanting to get rid of it. If there's any place that can pull that off, it's this one. ]
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[He leans over the bed to grab the champagne.]
To living with our scars, physical or emotional!
[POP! The cork goes flying off somewhere.]
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