Running shaking fingers over the cold pale cheek, Shinya couldn't help but marvel at how delicate the features of the dead man were. A smear of blood was left where his finger tips trailed, although who's blood it was Shinya couldn't quite tell. He was much too focused on the eery contrast of the dark color upon the hollowed pale skin of the others face.
Ripping his hand away Shinya felt the horror bubble up like a sucker punch to the gut. The morbid fascination of the corpse's beauty- Makishima's beauty- was a dark path the raven was quite frankly horrified by. Noting that his breathing was quicker- shorter, Shinya forced himself to inhale deeply before slowly raising a hand to his chest to feel the rapid beating of his heart.
Dark gray eyes were still locked upon the albino
The blood was already drying; the layer had been thin when Shinya smeared it. It had darkened to a lovely wine color, only to fade out to the pale of Shougo's skin where the smudged mark ended by the closed eye. The fingerprint was what had caught his eye. The glaringly obvious shape of a thumb- his thumb- sent a cold shudder down the ex-enforcers spine. His mark on the other. The tangible undeniable proof that in the end, Shinya was the one who had prevailed. Licking his wind-chapped lips, Shinya slowly allowed himself to lean forward once more to run his fingers over the cool skin in front of him. It was so smooth. No scars or freckles or tattoos or piercings. Just his thumbprint. Glaringly obvious, like spilled paint on a fresh canvas.
His mark.
Translated from Arabic, as requested by Ryookko