Hands
Written for the Open On Sunday Community Drabble Challenge (My first attempt to write anything related to BtVS)
Faith POV
She can't remember when she first noticed his hands. If you just met him, you'd remember the eye patch more than anything else. More than the chocolate brown remaining eye, or his lopsisded grin. But damn if she couldn't stop looking at his hands: callused from working with tools, tan from working too long in the sun. The way he held a hammer, fixing whatever was broken. The way he'd hold Dawn, or Willow – fixing whoever was broken. So different from her own—callused from holding weapons, not tools-that were once wrapped around his throat, almost ending his life.