[ There's an absence, when Jotaro touches him. No little encouraging noise, the kind that he's getting good at making sound like accidental little things that slip out of him despite his best efforts. Which they still are except for when they're entirely deliberate. But his body relaxes into the touch in a way it didn't when it was over the scar. Sinks slightly on the side that Jotaro's touching. He breathes out slowly but so deeply that it feels like every part of him but the crystal scar is collapsed in on itself, that it's just bulging out of him like a live rat eaten by a snake and waiting to die.
(Noriaki "Good at choosing sexy metaphors" Kakyoin) ]
Yeah, okay.
[ In the dark, the scar is an almost-round glassy thing with ragged edges. Little threads of scar tissue grow into it like a tree's roots in reverse. Like the crystal is the blank slate and Kakyoin is the thing that grew out of it. Like Hierophant is the man-shaped thing and Kakyoin is the thing spreading tendrils over it.
In the light, through, or maybe through Star's eyes, it's translucent. There are things behind it, insects trapped in amber. A spine, not quite visible from the front. Blood vessels. Some of a stomach and some intestine, moving slightly as they work at the unpleasant, thankless task of being part of Noriaki Kakyoin. Tiny gaps in the mess of organs where light filters through. ]
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(Noriaki "Good at choosing sexy metaphors" Kakyoin) ]
Yeah, okay.
[ In the dark, the scar is an almost-round glassy thing with ragged edges. Little threads of scar tissue grow into it like a tree's roots in reverse. Like the crystal is the blank slate and Kakyoin is the thing that grew out of it. Like Hierophant is the man-shaped thing and Kakyoin is the thing spreading tendrils over it.
In the light, through, or maybe through Star's eyes, it's translucent. There are things behind it, insects trapped in amber. A spine, not quite visible from the front. Blood vessels. Some of a stomach and some intestine, moving slightly as they work at the unpleasant, thankless task of being part of Noriaki Kakyoin. Tiny gaps in the mess of organs where light filters through. ]