"- Fx; 9.06.14 (via fauxspine)
You have spider-leg fingers, fingers like a porcelain birdcage with no bird inside, fingers like fishing hooks, resting bones, nimble fingers of a blind man. Fingers made for reading brail, fingers made for holding forks, and holding mugs, and holding hands. You have hands like a demon, hands of a villain wanna-be hero, hands meant for fists and palm readings and spinning pottery. Army scouts are raised in your veins, wrapped around your wrists, marching pathways up to your forearm like a collected line of ants and I’ve never seen them scatter.
You have strong hands, clever hands, dangerous hands— and I was meant to hold them."