#wrist

[nemfrog]

Three dissections of the right hand and wrist, showing the muscles and tendons. Detail. Watercolor by J.C. Zeller, ca. 1833.

Wellcome Collection

[toxicmizuena]

giving ena wrist pain because i have wrist pain myself.

[tatsilikey]

Black & Tatted ✨

[saintbowie]

I feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle.

[berrystainedsue]

[wrestlingisbest]

[bodymods4lifee]

Wrist Piercing Pinterest

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Wrist

@rosekillermicrofic May 23, word count 262

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“Why don’t you get Sirius to move him then? He’s in charge of everything to do with the Black family, including those who are deceased,” Evan asked as they turned out of the car park. Barty gaped at him. How had neither he nor Sirius thought of that?!

“Can. Can you really do that?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Evan nodded. 

“Sure.” 

He sat and pondered while Evan drove them. He didn’t realise where they were heading until Evan had pulled up and tapped his wrist to get his attention. 

“Sorry, I was miles away. Hey, why are we at Sirius and Remus’s?” He looked around confused. 

“Because I think you and Sirius could do with a chat before your head explodes,” Evan said, pressing the button that unbuckled his seatbelt. 

Evan was right, of course. Barty’s mind had been whirring at a hundred miles an hour, thinking of all the places they could move Regulus to. He’d always loved France, but that was a bit far. The park they used to go to for a leisurely walk near Barty’s old house. Nothing he could think of seemed right. Maybe it was a good idea to talk about it with Sirius. 

The front door opened, and Sirius came out with a pink and white ruffled apron on and opened his arms wide as Barty got out of the car. 

“My son has returned!” he crowed loudly. Barty dutifully walked into his arms. It wasn’t worth the fuss from Sirius if he didn’t. “Come on in, Remus has just put the kettle on.”

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