Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

fencescape:

but what of the haunting ache to hold hands with someone?

wishing to feel rough hands tell the story of labor admist the rivers on palms. hands which feel oh so warm and secure to hold onto. carrying calloused fingerpads that cause goosebumps to rise in wake of their trail if they ever travel your skin. because they touch things so, so gently. as if penning tales of adoration onto exposed skin.

or perhaps, grasping softer hands that feel smooth as you run a thumb through prominent knuckles. something about them reminding you of river rocks, weathered by time yet still strong. feeling slender fingers gently curl around your wrist; finger pads resting on your fast beating pulse like tender bird cages.