Oakleys hands are cold and soft. Long fingers and a surprisingly wider palm. She moisturizes often enough, but nothing can keep the warmth in her palms. Even gloves don’t help. Her hands are delicate and gentle when they hold yours. Fingers twining with yours, and idly ghosting your knuckles.
Talises hands are smooth. And slightly wet with moisture. She holds everything firmly, like if she lets go her hands will never find it again. Her claws have grown sharp for defense, and her membranes between her fingers keep you from lacing your hands together, but she will hold on to you nonetheless. Her knuckles are scarred and bumpy. Like it wants to callous but the skin doesn’t know quite how. Her hands are encompassing and comforting when they grasp yours.
Eliphas’ hands are thin and long. Nails neatly trimmed, skin slightly dry. He holds things energetically. Waved to a beat that isn’t there, tapped with playful fingertips. Their hands tickle and ghost your skin when they reach for your own. Three squeezes meaning I love you.