spaces between my fingers fit yours perfectly

The spaces between my fingers
molded to yours perfectly.
But now they have to fit different hands to hold,
and bodies to touch
that don’t fit as well.
Having to clutch
unfamiliar bedsheets.
Running my hands through hair that isn’t the same texture.
Absentmindedly tracing the scar that’s on your arm,
only to find smooth skin.
Touching an unshaven face instead of a beard.
Leaving myself no other option
than to break the habit
and the mold
that my hands made only for you.
—  melindacarolinee

Swan Queen + FaceTime (10/?)

Regina: I miss you. Do you miss me?
Emma: Maybe.
Regina: Emma! Come on, tell me how much you miss me.
Emma: Really?
Regina: Really.
Emma: *groans* Fine.
Emma: Honestly, it’s not so bad. Well, that is, until I look down at my hands.
Regina: At your hands?
Emma: Yeah. That’s when I get sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly. And seeing that and knowing that makes my heart begin to hurt with how much I miss you.
Regina: God I love you.
Emma: I love you too.

You shouldn’t have grabbed my hands that night.
You shouldn’t have locked your fingers into mines.
I can’t let go now….
I now know what it feels like
to have the spaces between my fingers be filled,
and it’s a familiarity I do not wish to forget.
—  No one else’s hands have quite fit perfectly into mines as yours have.
You’re so impossible to describe.
You make me forget about all the bad thing with just one glance.
Your arms are so strong and they hold me so tight and it’s these moments:
Held in your embrace
My head on your chest, feeling your heart beating
My fingers intertwined in yours.
It’s these moments when I find myself falling for you.
I know I’ve tried to stay away from falling again, but inwardly I cannot help but feel like there’s no other way to describe this feeling.
Because there is no better place to be than with you. Your hands fit perfectly into the spaces between my fingers and these memories are what keep me awake through the day.
Your fingers tracing circles on my skin. Our legs; an entanglement of limbs.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write

“The silence isn’t so bad, until I look at my hands because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.”

The silence isn’t so bad,
‘Til I look at my hands and feel sad.
'Cause the spaces between my fingers,
Are right where yours fit perfectly.

Wanted to try capturing something a bit more… Serene. This was the end result \o/ Danny’s been getting a lot of the spotlight lately lmao, but now that he and @allislaughter‘s Mikey are a thing (or rather were a thing) I figured why not experiment with them.