A/N: So turns out this is going to be a series of tiny one-shots, most of them inspired by prompts. The prompt for this one was 'scarf'.
"You shouldn't be ashamed, you know."
Erin's startled expression, Ingrid decided, was utterly priceless. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"I've heard of it, yes," that didn't stop her from striding into the room. Erin looked at her for a moment.
"Ashamed?"
"If your marks," Ingrid explained, flitting over to tug the scarf from the blonde's neck before she could finish tying it. "You should show them off with pride."
"How can I?" Erin grabbed for the scarf, narrowing her eyes when Ingrid held it behind her back. "To breathers I look like an extra from a vampire movie and to vampires I'm a half fang. I can't win."
Ingrid snorted and hopped up to sit on the lid of Erin's coffin. "The prejudice against turned vampires is almost as backward as the way the girls in my family are treated." Erin leant against the side, tilting her head to look at Ingrid.
"Why do you care so much, anyway?"
"I don't." The brunette snapped. She let out a huff of a sigh. "The scars suit you." Then, after a few seconds, she smirked as she eyed the marks. "Of course I would have made them more prominent. To prove a point."
