He hadn’t gotten his lip pierced, but a few months ago he had returned to our quarters with a sheepish grin on his face before pulling up his shorn off shirt to reveal two fresh piercings through his nipples. It had been torturous waiting for them to heal, even with Lilimar’s quick-healing salve, and the moment he told me they no longer hurt, I had spent a long, long time playing with the little hoops topped with tiny, polished silver stones. He’d shyly told me he’d picked them because they reminded him of my eyes. We hadn’t slept much that night.
