hollyoakhill:the prettiest hands in the inquisition, probablyDorian supposes he likes his hands. The
hollyoakhill:the prettiest hands in the inquisition, probablyDorian supposes he likes his hands. The way his fingers curl around a staff or leaf through the pages of an arcane text, or untangle a particularly stubborn knot. The way his fingers can be graceful and clever and strong, and they way they look with rings on them–rings he’s chosen; rings that say a little glint and glimmer about him in the right light.It isn’t pleasant when they’re cold–and when was the last time they were warm?(Under the Tevinter sun, in a place between seasons. Or when his hands were smaller, fitted palm against his father’s palm, asking the question all children ask of the shapes they see before them, the shapes they assume they’re meant to grow into.Will I fit?)The way his fingers close around nothing at all.The way they open again, knowing there’s more to be held than nothing. -- source link
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