billcipher
Everything about vaer oozed elegance, from vaer stride to vaer expression. Vaer suit was beautifully crafted and fit wonderfully. Vae seemed uncomfortable, though. The caterers hurrying around with glasses of champagne on their trays and the murmur of conversations likely wasn't vaer scene. It was obvious to anyone that gave vaer a second glance that vae just wanted to leave.
You pick at the black thread in your skin and wince. It hurts. You didn't even need them. You don't know why you have them. You can't remember getting them. You don't know who gave your them. You just know that there are stitches in your arm and no matter how much your pick or scratch or snip or cut, they won't
come
out and
it terrifies you.