[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]
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[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]