

Distinct ScarsFuya took the man’s hand without even thinking.Distinct Scars
The rough calloused texture of them made her senses jumble at the contact they shared.
Without a word he lifted her easily and righted her with all her canvases.
Their eyes met. It was like warm chocolate eyes to honey ones in a staring contest no mother could have won against her child.
All she could think of were those hands and those chocolate eyes.
What could he have done to merit such scars? What could this gentle eyed person have done to have hands that were worn from working?
&nb
--
Please visit my new account [link]
--
Wait, what?
ಠ_ಠ
--
We're not cartoons.
Previous Page12Next Page