Day 1 prompt - Tactile: Soft/silky/smooth (100 words)
Shoukaku was never a fierce woman, but not one so delicate either. She was born and raised to be a warrior, and he was painfully aware of it.
It was painful to hold her hands—hands so thoroughly ravaged by years of nothing but learning the way of the sword and fighting in the damned war. They were covered in calluses, blisters, and burns. They felt coarse—like sand, grit, and rust.
They were just like the rest of her broken, scarred body—nothing soft to touch.
It was indeed a painful reminder of her accursed lot. But that was also why he still held her hands whenever he could—to let her know he would always be there.