take off your skin
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He hadn't been alone for long before he was soon joined by another. Ammon was always cautious before engaging with others, he liked to know what he was getting into. Dark brows raised as he assessed the girl. His gaze was unforgiving as it swept over her bodice - it offered now apology for being crass. Where he was from women were objectified or just means of passing the bloodline on - once they gained mother status, they also gained respect but that was those in the family. Those outside family weren't privy to the same liberties.
His eyes lingered a few seconds longer before finding her face. He turned away, only showing her his marred side. It was always a thrill to gauge the reactions of shock and sometimes horror when one was to gaze upon his scarred face. He took a few moments to see if she would say anything, before he opened his mouth. It would seem he had no choice but to engage in conversation, she was already so close to him. Ammon didn't want to seem anything less than reserved and courteous. " |