Will's hands are the kind you would find on anyone that works with their hands. They're big and warm, and at first glance, don't look like they can do anything delicately, but they can thread a needle or rub a patient's back just as well as any other doctor's can. If Will uses his powers, the freckles on the back of those hands light up and distract the injured camper just long enough for them to be healed. Will's hands cover Nico's entire head when the blonde ruffles his hair, but never seem big enough to catch a ball or any other thing thrown at him. Those things just smack Will in the face.
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Nico's hands look like those of a pianist. His slim fingers seem like they could float over the keys as a butterfly does over flowers, but they are far more suited to grip a sword. Those hands, although used for training frequently, do not seem able to form callouses. They often grip a pencil and let it fly across the page, drawing things only Nico has seen. Many of these drawings are of horrible things, but many more are full of light and happiness. Hope, even. Nico's fingers tickle as they trace invisible lines between the freckles on Will's back and chest, their touch feather soft.
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Nico's hands are cool to the touch, and only get colder as the day progresses, so Will slips them between his own. Two sets of fingers lace together, and palms touch as their hands, though so different, are perfect for each other.
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*SQUEAL* I love this so much! I have no idea why I wrote this, but it turned out awesome! Hope you enjoyed it!
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanficThis is exactly what the title says. Most oneshots will be fluffy as I seem incapable of writing anything sad.
