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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21's scars used to be there…
Rating: G
Notes: Set after season three or something.
Another collection post, haha. Only two parts for the moment and neither of them are connected to each other.
Genre: General
Word count: 484
Status: Work in progress
The first thing M-21 noticed when he regained consciousness was a sharp tang of citrus filling his nose. The next thing M-21 was aware of was Tao looking him over when he opened his eyes, peeled orange segments in his hand, leaning back in a chair on two legs. No-one else was in the room.
"Takeo's already up," Tao said, nodding towards the rumpled empty bed. Ah, that was good. As far as M-21 knew, Takeo had been the only other person as injured as he was at the end of the fight.
Tao was still studying him and M-21 sighed as he sat up. "What?"
"I remember you having more scars," Tao said, indicating all of M-21 with a sweep of his hand. He dropped one of the segments with that action and dived after it with a yelp, the legs of the chair hitting the carpet with a thud. Tao got to it before it hit the ground, his arm lifted triumphantly as he lay on his back.
The carpet safe from getting dirtied, M-21 looked down, and…Huh. His torso was devoid of any marks, any other reminders of his time at the Union. He ran a hand over himself, just in case it only looked clear, but his fingers didn't find anything.
"I used to…" His healing ability must have gotten rid of them. M-21 didn't spend a lot of time looking at his body in general, changing his clothes when needed; the scars could have disappeared for a while and he hadn't noticed.
"Hm." Tao threw the captured segment into his own mouth, getting back into his chair. "I'm surprised the scar on your face hasn't gone yet."
M-21 reached up and touched his lip, finding the familiar dip. He didn't drop his hand, touching the scar over and over, making sure it was there, that it hadn't changed. It felt the same, not smaller in any way.
Was the same thing going to happen to that one? Would he wake up one day and it would be gone?
"It should be fine," Tao said, clapping him on the shoulder. "If it was going to disappear, it would have already."
…Yeah, Tao was right. He didn't have to worry. The scar was shallower and thinner than the others – it should have been one of the first to go, not the last.
"C'mon," Tao said, offering him his last segment, "you need to eat."
"All right." M-21 took it but paused before eating it. "Thanks…"
Tao reached over and poked his wrist. "It's just an orange segment, M; I'm not going to die without it."
That wasn't what he was thanking him for, and by the way Tao had ducked his head, hiding his eyes and showing only a small smile curving his lips, Tao knew it.
"Fine," M-21 said, a smile also pulling on his lips as he ate it.
Summary: M-21's scars used to be there…
Rating: G
Notes: Set after season three or something.
Another collection post, haha. Only two parts for the moment and neither of them are connected to each other.
Genre: General
Word count: 484
Status: Work in progress
The first thing M-21 noticed when he regained consciousness was a sharp tang of citrus filling his nose. The next thing M-21 was aware of was Tao looking him over when he opened his eyes, peeled orange segments in his hand, leaning back in a chair on two legs. No-one else was in the room.
"Takeo's already up," Tao said, nodding towards the rumpled empty bed. Ah, that was good. As far as M-21 knew, Takeo had been the only other person as injured as he was at the end of the fight.
Tao was still studying him and M-21 sighed as he sat up. "What?"
"I remember you having more scars," Tao said, indicating all of M-21 with a sweep of his hand. He dropped one of the segments with that action and dived after it with a yelp, the legs of the chair hitting the carpet with a thud. Tao got to it before it hit the ground, his arm lifted triumphantly as he lay on his back.
The carpet safe from getting dirtied, M-21 looked down, and…Huh. His torso was devoid of any marks, any other reminders of his time at the Union. He ran a hand over himself, just in case it only looked clear, but his fingers didn't find anything.
"I used to…" His healing ability must have gotten rid of them. M-21 didn't spend a lot of time looking at his body in general, changing his clothes when needed; the scars could have disappeared for a while and he hadn't noticed.
"Hm." Tao threw the captured segment into his own mouth, getting back into his chair. "I'm surprised the scar on your face hasn't gone yet."
M-21 reached up and touched his lip, finding the familiar dip. He didn't drop his hand, touching the scar over and over, making sure it was there, that it hadn't changed. It felt the same, not smaller in any way.
Was the same thing going to happen to that one? Would he wake up one day and it would be gone?
"It should be fine," Tao said, clapping him on the shoulder. "If it was going to disappear, it would have already."
…Yeah, Tao was right. He didn't have to worry. The scar was shallower and thinner than the others – it should have been one of the first to go, not the last.
"C'mon," Tao said, offering him his last segment, "you need to eat."
"All right." M-21 took it but paused before eating it. "Thanks…"
Tao reached over and poked his wrist. "It's just an orange segment, M; I'm not going to die without it."
That wasn't what he was thanking him for, and by the way Tao had ducked his head, hiding his eyes and showing only a small smile curving his lips, Tao knew it.
"Fine," M-21 said, a smile also pulling on his lips as he ate it.