[There's something about showing Yingxing -- showing anyone -- what he needs covered up that makes Dan Feng exceptionally anxious. Other than his grandmother, only Jingliu knew about it... and he'd often done his best not to look at his own back in mirrors. He never wore anything that could risk showing any of it.
But if he was to get this tattoo, Yingxing would need to see.]
Alright... but.. just know that it's a lot.
[His voice is quiet, his nerves flickering into his eyes before he's tugging his long hair forward over one shoulder and shifting so that his back is to Yingxing. Dan Feng takes a breath.. before tugging his shirt off over his head.
The scarring on his back is extensive, jagged torn lines stretching and crossing his back from above his right shoulderblade, down below his left, and down to the small of his back. The scars are clearly several years old by now... but they would clearly be with him for the rest of his life, very unlikely to fade even over decades.]
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But if he was to get this tattoo, Yingxing would need to see.]
Alright... but.. just know that it's a lot.
[His voice is quiet, his nerves flickering into his eyes before he's tugging his long hair forward over one shoulder and shifting so that his back is to Yingxing. Dan Feng takes a breath.. before tugging his shirt off over his head.
The scarring on his back is extensive, jagged torn lines stretching and crossing his back from above his right shoulderblade, down below his left, and down to the small of his back. The scars are clearly several years old by now... but they would clearly be with him for the rest of his life, very unlikely to fade even over decades.]