Authors Note: Yes, I'm still alive. Now that exams are done and I can stop worrying about whether I failed Chemistry 20.
Disclaimer: Inspired by a fic on the Blackraptor M7 page, 'Description of a Preacher', I believe. If I get enough reviews, I might be tempted to do a piece like this on each of the boys. Obviously, I own not the inspiration for this piece, Vin, or any portion of his anatomy. I wish I did though. And if they're giving out samples, I'll be first in line.
You can tell a lot about a person by their hands.
He's sitting there on the couch, watching the TV with lazy disinterest. This time of day is almost the only one where he can just be- after work's done and so are the dishes and all the the other little things that need to be done. Sitting down beside him, I take one of his hands on mine. I've learned you can tell a lot about a person by their hands.
I turn his over in mine, and his attention shifts to mee as I inspect it.
It's tanned, the back a little more than the palm, and there's a paper cut on the web between thumb and forefinger from a badly thrown airplane on Tuesday (it hit Nathan instead of Buck). The palm in callused, and has been for as long as I remember, but there's a fresh bruise on his middle finger where a door slammed into it on Thursday
They're long and slim and sturdy from a lifetime of work, and they're so gentle, but they've also pulled the trigger many a time. I wish I could spare him that, spare all of them that, but it's what they do. What they have to do.
There's a scrape on two of the knuckles of his other hand, and a streak of blue where a flying pen caught him unawares- a rare thing.
When I look up at his face, his blue eyes are looking at me quizzically, as though asking why I've taken this sudden interest in his hands, and I just smile back as an answer. I don't think I can explain.
But his hands do say so much about him...
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