Prompt #16

A/N: The very first one I began with while writing in school. Most of my prompts or ideas come from boredom at school.

Hands

When you look at the fingers of a person you wonder how strong their grip is. When you look at their fingertips, you wonder how gentle they are. Yet when you look at their whole structure, the hands, you wonder whether how delicate, hard, soft, cold, warm, everything, is.

I stared at those pale hands. I had an affinity towards hands, gender doesn't matter. My girlfriend's hands were small and soft. They held protection, love, prosperity, and warmth.

This boy…

I wonder what classification his hands would fit into. I know they must be in pain since he had white gauze bandages wrapped around both hands from elbow to each finger. Although…he still held a contented smile as he formed the clay to his liking.

He smoothed the clay into a round shape to give off the proper look of a vase. His fingertips barely touching the gray color as he kept his eyes closed momentarily taking in the peacefulness of the art class's quiet atmosphere.

I saw the clay smeared over his hands. He'd have to remove the bandages to wash his hands and perhaps I could see the damage to his beautifully shaped hands, his long fingers, and just what they would feel like.

I wasn't into boys, especially ones who where a minor while I was an adult.

I was just intrigued with hands. Everyone has their personal interest in one body part. My girlfriend says she likes arms. They protect you, hold you, care for you, keep you warm, and more. I understood that seeing as I had strong arms.

The first thing she notices in a person is their arms, in my case, they are hands.

The boy stopped his task and glanced up at the time. This art class was about to end in ten minutes. I was only here to substitute for the absent teacher and I had realized I spent the time only staring at the teenager's hands.

The short boy stood up using his legs to push the seat back and held his arms up his fingers slightly curled as he stepped over to the sink.

I took the chance to take note of his appearance.

Short silver hair with a hint of white blond at the tips, pale skin complexion, rosy pink lips, and mesmerizing sea green eyes. I had checked off his name on the roll call: Hope Estheim.

A fitting name for a boy who has stunning hands.

I watched as he slowly (and carefully) removed the bandages on his arms. He stopped and I noticed him bite his lip as he glanced over at the table. I knew he had forgotten to take his extra gauze roll so I got up to help him.

A better chance to view his hands.

I grabbed the roll and towered over him as he stared up at me.

If I had loved eyes more than hands, I believe I would've fallen right then and there. Of course, that was wrong to even think about so I shook it away and pushed away his intriguing eyes and smiled at him.

"Forgot this?" I asked placing it down.

He smiled in return and nodded.

"Thank you." He murmured and finished unwrapping his other bandage and I saw it.

The left arm had a slight carve up the elbow reaching the wrist before the bruised fingers came into view with scrapes. The right arm had three horizontal lines reaching up to the palm his fingers perfectly fine. A flicker of shock waved through me as I wondered how he got those scars. Even so…his hands were still breathtaking.

I resisted the urge to run my fingers across his milky skin.

Hope winced when he placed his hands underwater and I stepped back to give him distance. I didn't want to be in the way of his comfort. He seemed hesitant to remove the second bandage around me, but did so either way.

When he finished he stood there placing the new set of bandage. He glanced at me and then averted his eyes down.

"Did you see?" he whispered.

"Yeah…" I replied. What else could I respond with?

He nodded and finished one arm and he reached to do the other when I stopped him.

"Here let me…" I muttered and gently touched his arm earning a slight flinch.

He stood quietly as I wrapped the gauze around and then took time to wrap them around each finger as tender as I could. As soon as I finished he thanked me again.

"My name is Snow." I introduced and he smiled.

"Thank you Snow…uh…please don't tell anyone about my arms…if I see you again maybe I-, I'll tell you the background of this…" He stated softly.

I nodded and patted his head.

"I'll keep it secret, but I warn you I have an obsession with hands and even if yours are injured they still attract me."

He flushed slightly and brushed his hair to the side.

"Oh…uh…I see. Well I think my hands right now…need care and love." He spoke softly.

I grinned.

Hope Estheim's hands: Amazingly delicate, warm, beautiful, and loving.