The dark knight armour had had a network of little tubes on the inside that had burrowed into his chest, making holes of half an inch wide in a V shape. They’d cast some unknown spell to position the thing the first time, and another to staunch the wounds at the first day’s end; when he’d put it back on the next morning, the tubes had slotted right back into the barely formed scars, coaxing them open again: this was the source of his unspeakable dark power.
At his rebirth, the familiar scars remained, dark against his newly pure skin.
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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-30Aah, lovely ~ We have some parallels in some possible takes on just how that all worked, it seems, and you summed it up wonderfully!
Thankee kindly <3
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-31Oh, ouch! This makes so much sense – both the way the armor works, and the way he can’t erase all traces of it – and the almost clinical way you’ve described it makes what it means for Cecil hit all the harder. Really nicely done.
n° 3 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-06-04Oh that is a grisly bit of worldbuilding, but makes a lot of sense. I really love the final image of dark scars against pale skin.