Soubi is a flawed creature. His blank body has always urged attention, his skin always welcoming touch and scars. Anything to make him belong.
A name, something to stain his purity a violent crimson. His beautiful throat was tainted with that name, the marking of his Beloved. It was a masterpiece. It was theirs.
He is now, however, under the possession of two beings. The most recent is a set of markings branded by his Ritsuka, something he can adorn and wear proudly. Beloved is a secret, a memory he and Seimei once shared, now shrouded with cloth and question.
It was inevitable that Soubi became a whiteboard of his past. He, like Ritsuka, is afraid of forgetting.