She couldn't stop herself touching César's back, tracing the tattoo.
It was a simple, almost mindless act, but it pulled her in, made her lose herself for a moment.
Maybe it was the way it reminded her of her life, that long, suffering life she had lived with Daisy, the beatings, the threats from those gangsters. And now, somehow, all that pain had changed into something else, something darker, something more dangerous. But maybe, just maybe, it also offered the protection they needed the most, a shield in a world that had never given them any… and that shield is far more dangerous.
"Uhm, are you good?" César's voice came as he felt Clara's hand on his back.
"Oh– I'm sorry." Clara's voice was quiet, almost embarrassed, as she stepped back. "I was just… admiring the tattoo on your back." She continued, forcing a smile and asked a question that made no sense to ask when she already knew it. "Why did you get it?"
