Hi guys… this is my first try at a SH fic… Shaytan/Layla of course. I'm not too sure about it, but please tell me what you think?
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They were something that had always fascinated her. His claws.
At first she had been quite fearful. They looked terrifying: black and seemingly metallic, hard and impenetrable as stone. She hadn't thought they could even possibly feel anything, as she found it hard to get into her mind that they were actually an unalienable part of his body, just like her own hands. They almost looked as if they could be armor, which secretly hid normal human hands underneath. Certainly, they looked heavy and difficult to use. Cumbersome, even. Impractical. And she had been sure his touch would be painful; his nails sharp as blades, cold as death. She had feared them, when they had first reached out to her…
However, she soon learned how truly wrong she was. They certainly were no armor, or in any way removable. He didn't seem the least bit inconvenienced by them either. He used his claws in the exact same way and for the exact same things she used her hands, of course. He managed them naturally too, even gracefully. She wondered at how that was possible, but then his whole body, his every movement, was fluid and majestic; speaking of the immense power held within, belying his true strength. His claws, of course, were no exception. He was not human, after all.
She had realized all her mistakes as soon as he had touched her. She had immediately known that those claws did indeed feel. If they didn't, how could his touch possibly be so gentle? He always touched her so softly, so carefully, as if she were made of glass, as if he were afraid to break her... (Which he probably could have, easily, and therefore was probably a justifiable fear on his part, if indeed said fear existed, for she could not know of course). It was the gentlest touch she had felt since the death of her mother, all those long years ago.
His claws were also far from cold and steely as she had imagined them. Instead, they were strangely warm, like the rest of his body, filled with the strange heat he seemed to constantly irradiate (but really, she should have guessed as much- he was a fire demon, after all), and smooth to the touch. Neither were they so sharp as to cut her as soon as touch her- indeed, though she was sure they were terrible weapons when needed, she had never once been hurt by them yet.
And then, after all her discoveries, he had vowed to use his claws to protect her-to shield her. Everything that she hated, he had vowed to destroy with them. "Before your tears flow into a river, I shall destroy everything you hate with these hands" he had said. She remembered his words exactly. She would never forget them. "Hands", he had called them. Indeed, hands they were after all; more human than many monstrous hands that were truly human in nature.
She loved his claws. They were genuinely beautiful to her. How could something that looked so fearsome be in reality so gentle, caring and kind? She did not know, but that was what they were: kind hands. Kinder than anything she had know since the cruel end of her family. Now, she couldn't imagine why she was ever afraid of them. Those claws had saved her, from everything.
His hands were a symbol of her salvation.
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Layla woke from her quiet musings and walked over to Shaytan, who had been standing a few steps ahead, his back facing her. She removed her gloves, and gently reached for the claw closest to her, holding it between her two small hands. Shaytan froze, and then slowly turned his head around to glance at her.
"Shaytan" she said, without letting go "Your hands are warm."
He stared at her, surprised for a moment, then smiled.
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SO! Love? Hate? Make your eyes bleed? Whatever it was, please tell me! X(