❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ From Ais to Alma.
touching people without her gloves . . . still SCARES her . no , it always scares her . she knows what her hands are capable of . . . and she hates the idea of hurting someone with them . it's why they remain on , even when she slumbers . she's worn it for so long , it's become a part of her ;so removing them feels so foreign .
yet the pair of black fabric gloves lay atop the table as they sat face to face , alma's uncertain eyes focusing on ais' visage . there's discomfort and uncertainty dancing in her gaze , she shouldn't . . . she doesn't even know what this would do to him . even if ais promises nothing would happen to him , that he wouldn't break . . . that's no guarantee .
lips in a tight grimace , alma reaches out hesitantly . . . fingers hovering just inches above ais' hand , maybe she shouldn't . she hasn't discovered everything about her cursed ability yet . . . sure , she knows what happens if she was to touch a HUMAN , but to other creatures ?? other beings ?? she doesn't like not knowing . . . and as if reading her hesitation as alma begins to withdraw her hands , ais takes action to grab one of her palms into his hand .
❝ ais !! ❞ she cries out in panic , eyes moving from their joined hands to the man's face , desperately searching for any signs of discomfort , any signs of change . she begins trying to tug back her hand , trying to get him to release it .
