the hands loiter within recollection. slightly translucent skin with the most beautifully risen turquoise veins. rings to match. gold bands. a few silver. caressing slender bones. i've always been drawn to those with swollen veins. they seem filled, yet somehow fragile. as though they've hidden answers to mysteries inside them. cautious in their movements. resembling holy. susceptible. a mere nick to the flesh could result in the deepest pieces of their soul seeping out. but it's almost like they're waiting. wishing, even, for a passerby to brutally cut into them. not exactly a lover. or surgeon. deity. assassin. just someone. someone. someone capable of perception. invasion. complete conquest. possession. a warrior equipped with weapons obtaining the power of transcendence through flesh's relentless fortification.