'That sucks' was sort of an understatement, but Iggy didn't care to voice that. They all had their demons and tragic back stories and he wasn't about to pretend like his could be any better or worse than anybody else's. After all, he couldn't imagine it was easy being blue.
He sucked in a breath when she took his wrist. He'd heard her scooting closer, so it wasn't like he didn't know she was near him. He wasn't startled by it. He just wasn't used to it, the contact. It'd been a long time since anyone cared to touch him. He couldn't remember the last time his mother hugged him. He blinked his sightless blue eyes at her words just a second before pink tinged his cheeks. He hoped she didn't notice and simply focused on his fingers on her skin.
It felt weird. It wasn't smooth, like his skin. There were little bumps and ridges and patterns. He discovered a long time ago that he could feel a person's fingerprint. He could feel it and memorize it, like a fucking human database. He could feel all the fine fine lines and crinkles of her skin, the same way he could feel his fingerprints on his desk at home. After a moment, he brought up his other hand to touch her other cheek, fingers tracing across her temples and hair and cheekbones. And just like that, he looked downright awed, like this was the best thing he ever participated in.
"Whoa. You feel so cool."
Awkward wording, awkward wording, but despite the slight deepen of his blush, he's almost too thrilled to care.
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Date: 2014-07-15 06:39 am (UTC)He sucked in a breath when she took his wrist. He'd heard her scooting closer, so it wasn't like he didn't know she was near him. He wasn't startled by it. He just wasn't used to it, the contact. It'd been a long time since anyone cared to touch him. He couldn't remember the last time his mother hugged him. He blinked his sightless blue eyes at her words just a second before pink tinged his cheeks. He hoped she didn't notice and simply focused on his fingers on her skin.
It felt weird. It wasn't smooth, like his skin. There were little bumps and ridges and patterns. He discovered a long time ago that he could feel a person's fingerprint. He could feel it and memorize it, like a fucking human database. He could feel all the fine fine lines and crinkles of her skin, the same way he could feel his fingerprints on his desk at home. After a moment, he brought up his other hand to touch her other cheek, fingers tracing across her temples and hair and cheekbones. And just like that, he looked downright awed, like this was the best thing he ever participated in.
"Whoa. You feel so cool."
Awkward wording, awkward wording, but despite the slight deepen of his blush, he's almost too thrilled to care.