Hi! So this is where I plan to keep all my drabbles. Some fit with the current fics I have, others are written because I'm in a bad mood. I hope you enjoy them.
Summary: Gon's thoughts on Killua's fingers and hands.
Gon's fingertips caressed along Killua's pale ones, remembering each crease and wrinkle upon them. Memorizing were along the joints they folded, stretching the skin in such a way, it could only belong to the teen next to him. His amber colored eyes recorded into mind each curve, bump, as well as where they began to become rough in texture. He didn't forget to store in the way that some of Killua's fingernails were slightly longer than others or that they were not perfectly cut and filed. Nor how his pale flesh was lighter at the palms.
However, of everything that Gon remembered about Killua's hands, it was the warmth that emitted from them. To Gon, it was like holding life itself in the palm of his hands. A source of a flame that had been sparked in the dead of night, to seek comfort. It was silly, the way Gon thought of Killua and his touch that he craved for, but kept so hushed in between his chapped lips that ached for the taste of Killua's.
Gon felt a need burning deep, confined in the depths of his heart that beat to one tune. That very song being the life-force that sat next to him. That his right hand was linked to in an innocent manner, although Gon's inner thoughts were anything but pure.
