Title: Hands
Genre: Angst/General
Summary: Will muses on Bran's hands.
Bran has beautiful hands. Will realized this not very long ago.
Bran's hands are long and slender and pale, with translucent, paper-thin skin that seems impossibly fragile, but really isn't.
He plays the harp, the music as beautiful as the hands that ply the harpstrings.
Fitting.
But those hands have also held a sword that burns with white fire. Those hands saved the world with a blade that rivals Excalibur.
Also fitting; Arthur's son wielding a sword as glorious as Arthur's own.
Oh, but those days are long over, and those hands make Will wistful for the past; Bran isn't quite the same as he was, in those days when the Dark was rising, but those hands will never change.
Word Count: 120
Author's Note: Okay, a little angst, now.