yellow eyes, so bright like stars
can you make me forget my scars
Chapter Two: Scars
"See this one right here? I got this one running away from home," she says, and points to a thin line on her upper arm. They were talking about scars, how they got them, and why they got them. Grovyle's hands trace the thin line on pale skin, and, looks up with concerned eyes.
"Why are you so reckless? Are all humans this clumsy? You can't even start a fire without burning yourself," he teases, and she glares at him.
"I'm not clumsy. I'm just nervous out here-you see things, hear things, and smell things that can scare the living blood out of anyone. I'm surprised we haven't died yet."
"Use your mind, girl. We are thieves in the future. We don't die."
"I know, I know. It's just all new to me. It's not like I'm used to this sort of life, you know? A life out in the wild..."
Her words trail off, and she looks distant. Her eyes look down in sadness, and she turns around to face the night sky. Grovyle walks to her side and holds his arm out.
She looks up at him in confusion.
"I have scars too. From when I ran away from home too," he whispers, and he sees sympathy in her brown eyes.
She rolls up her torn sleeve, and holds her arm out. The scars are almost identical.
"A pair of scars on us both," she says to herself, then smiles. "We're partners, then."
He looks at her with yellow orbs.
"If you look at both scars, they're the same, almost. Both are thin lines on our upper arm. So we could be partners. This scar is how I'll know you. And vice-versa."
She takes his hand, and laces their fingers together. He looks down, and then faces her with a half-smile.
"Partners it is."
Note: I'm sorry if you guys are still waiting on requests. I just got back from a trip to Canada, and I'm working on them right now. _