manofmyword: Hands, seen through jail cell bars. (⑼ the store by the dungeon)
here's my card ([personal profile] manofmyword) wrote in [personal profile] attending_physician 2012-06-11 03:41 am (UTC)

His hands settle onto her shoulders; he squeezes, then lets go.

"That," he says.

That he really doesn't want to kill her; that he's not magical, not the Devil come to life, that he can touch her without the world ending.

"Now c'mon, let's get me tucked in before somebody notices I'm gone and gets all upset. Mm?" He offers her a hand.

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