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Title: Claws
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Terry Ward/Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 7. Hands
Word Count: 216
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Victor expresses his displeasure with his appearance.
Author's Notes: I own nothing. You know that, I know that.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hands, Vic,” Terry said, watching Victor stare at his claws with a pinched expression on his face.
“Hand,” Victor replied, flexing the appendage in question, letting the claws that tipped his fingers rest on his palm. “Just the one. I’m perfectly fine with the other one, but this…”
Terry put his hands out, reaching between the mutant’s claws and stroking Victor’s palm with his fingers. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” he repeated.
Victor pulled his hand away from Terry’s, letting it come to rest heavily on his lap. “It hurts sometimes,” he said. “Like my arm’s being pulled out, or cut off again. I wake up screaming most nights, and I can smell the blood and the brimstone.” He seemed to curl inward on himself. “Would it have been like this if I hadn’t been in a hell dimension when my arm got cut off? There are other mutants who adapted to the situations they were in. Is that why this happened to me?”
“I wish I could tell you, Vic,” Terry admitted.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Terry Ward/Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 7. Hands
Word Count: 216
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Victor expresses his displeasure with his appearance.
Author's Notes: I own nothing. You know that, I know that.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hands, Vic,” Terry said, watching Victor stare at his claws with a pinched expression on his face.
“Hand,” Victor replied, flexing the appendage in question, letting the claws that tipped his fingers rest on his palm. “Just the one. I’m perfectly fine with the other one, but this…”
Terry put his hands out, reaching between the mutant’s claws and stroking Victor’s palm with his fingers. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” he repeated.
Victor pulled his hand away from Terry’s, letting it come to rest heavily on his lap. “It hurts sometimes,” he said. “Like my arm’s being pulled out, or cut off again. I wake up screaming most nights, and I can smell the blood and the brimstone.” He seemed to curl inward on himself. “Would it have been like this if I hadn’t been in a hell dimension when my arm got cut off? There are other mutants who adapted to the situations they were in. Is that why this happened to me?”
“I wish I could tell you, Vic,” Terry admitted.