The moment of truth is finally here. Cade hesitates for a second or two longer than he might before following any other direct order, but follow it he does. He unlaces his doublet with shaking hands, rests it over the back of the chair to keep it from wrinkling, then removes his chemise and folds it neatly before setting it on the seat. He glances uneasily at Zevran, but this part at least he's gotten used to, being that he is supervised even when changing clothes for the night. That's a nightmare in itself, but he has learned to separate himself from it.
Head down, he goes toward the wall and stands there as instructed, staring at a fixed point, arms at his sides in a soldier's posture. From here Zevran can likely see the scars littering his upper back, quite nasty from the looks of them: twisting cuts and former gouges, clearly from times that he either didn't know when to quit or refused.
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Date: 2016-04-15 05:11 am (UTC)He glances uneasily at Zevran, but this part at least he's gotten used to, being that he is supervised even when changing clothes for the night. That's a nightmare in itself, but he has learned to separate himself from it.
Head down, he goes toward the wall and stands there as instructed, staring at a fixed point, arms at his sides in a soldier's posture. From here Zevran can likely see the scars littering his upper back, quite nasty from the looks of them: twisting cuts and former gouges, clearly from times that he either didn't know when to quit or refused.