[IC] Hold the above OC's hand

“Xander!” Rivers yelled running up to the singer. “I wanna show you something it’s important.” He promptly grabbed Xanders hand in order to lead him to whatever he wanted the older man to see. Rivers didn’t think much about it or how it was probably weird to just grab peoples hands but he felt the hand grip his back so he guessed he was okay to start leading. He couldn’t really feel Xander’s hands through his gloves but he did notice the sudden warmth. He didn’t look back at him, completely fixated on wherever they were going. He dragged the singer along, speeding up slightly before slowing down again at random intervals. Rivers mumbled a few things under his breath, too quiet to hear before suddenly speaking up. “We’re nearly there I promise!” He sped up again, seemingly very excited.

 A few more minutes passed until Rivers stopped. He let go of Xander’s hand, pointing out to a flower field. “I found this yesterday while I was wandering around.” He grinned, “I thought it was so pretty, and I wanted you to see it too!”

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Rivers usually wears gloves but if you wanna write it without him wearing gloves his hands are bruised and very cold. He also had a tendency to grip onto people’s hands really hard for some reason. 

The winters, was rough. Especially for the likes of the species unlike Viktor. Fickle, frail, and yet horrifyingly... determined.

—Fixing his noveu suit with a low hum, he allowed his icy grey eyes to linger in solemn thought. 

His wintery estate wasn't large, he preferred it smaller and more compact. It was in a forested area, hidden away from the rest of the world through layers of thick snow. A simple cottage filled to the brim with food, livestock, and artillery for his stay until the summer hits.

The human before him had travelled far and wide to gather resources for what he could only assume was his kiln. A nuclear war, of some sorts, had occured in the far lands. Countries and continents plagued with some form of, disease. It hadn't occurred to Viktor that humans were cruel, but every day is a learning step, so it seems.

The human before him refused to back down, however. And now he finds himself here. Stuck in the wintery wonderland where his family, and kind, roam tenaciously. Using the terrain as means for sport, partaking in human activities like hunting wild game.

Had he not seen the human, he would've died by axe or bullet from his, more rowdy kind.

Viktor can handle the cold, but he believed the human to not have the capacity to do so— and he wouldn't ever want a guest to suffer.

And so with a huff, he'd finish the pot of hot coffee and laid it down to the coffee table infront of the human, whom seemed to have found himself huddled infront of the fires of the chimney. An act— unknowingly— Viktor found, adorable.

And so, with a blanket at hand, the leopard had draped the cotton sheets over the man as his hand found it's way to theirs- an act he hoped would warm the other up, although he wasn't quite sure if this was the right way to do it.

 His smile, small, but soft, hopefully had conveyed his reasons for the touch..

[Viktor and romance? Yes. Viktor and platonic? Yes. Do whatever u wanna do person below me >u<// !! Vik has a more gentle touch despite being a huge scary leopard mannn)

Misk’ya hadn’t seen many snow animals. He grew up in a small village located near a great river they would fish at. His community was just that, fishers, and not so much hunters. But once he had moved off, he discovered the world as well as its inhabitants. As he moved further north, that’s when he saw him.

A snow leopard - though humanoid. It wasn’t unusual, given that Misk’ya himself had magic eyes and hair. However, Misk’ya was unsure if it was a friend or foe, not that it would matter.

He approached slowly and harmlessly, walking over with a soft smile and a polite wave. Sure, Misk’ya was awkward, but he was also loveable and a friend.

Still, it seemed the leopard - Viktor - didn't notice him. His eyes were set forwards into the brush, all his attention focused on a small bush by a large tree. Misk’ya could only assume he was “hunting.”

Curious, Misk’ya crept forwards, steadily over the fallen pine needles and soft snow. He crouched down beside Viktor, his eyes also focused on that same bush, eager for any signs of movement.

But, all he could find then were the snow leopard’s steely eyes staring intently into his own. So, he had been noticed. It seemed that subconsciously his hand had brushed over the back of Viktor’s as he crouched down, alerting the leopard of his presence.

Misk’ya smiled brightly and innocently, his hand still, his eyes wide with warmth. "Sorry," he whispered. "I hope I didn't disturb you! You just looked so cool!" He laughed softly at his small pun. 

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NP: Misk'ya is very friendly - he believes there is good in everyone. He has soft hands and they may or may not be stained with berry juice, depending on the time haha. PS he is a minor and he has magic eyes that IF you look into them you will basically find yourself unable to harm him.

Ugh, he left me again? Yaeko thought to herself angrily. Her brother left her as they were traveling. He said he was going to get a small snack, but knowing him he probably got distracted or attacked by some yokai. A part of her wanted to check on him, but her interest was piqued when she saw some guy with long hair in a ponytail, resting on his shoulder. His clothes looked well kept and he seemed to know the area.

She tried to come off as charming as possible to him. Yaeko found him sort of cute and didn't want to scare him off. These feelings always sort of alarmed her because she was so used to being snippy and judging others, but whenever she approached someone she'd fine attractive she'd practically become a whole different person. Holding her hands behind her back innocently she smiled, though it was difficult to see behind the Oni mask, and asked him, "Excuse me sir, but can you help me find my brother?" 

Her eyelashes fluttered. Surely my charm would sway him, she thought to herself. Yaeko knew how to balance her mean comments to keep people away, but also her seemigly sweet behavior to get what she wanted. "My brother, Kenji, left to get food. Can you help me find him." She took his hand, "I am helplessly lost in this new place and I need assistance." 

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@ new person. Yaeko is a teenager so no romance unless it's like some guy around her age. Or she might hold someone's hand if she's lost and overwhelmed

The busy, crowded city was loud. Flashes of headlights, the sound of horse hooves clattering on the cobblestones, there was no moment of quiet.
Xander’s hand rested around Yaeko’s. Like he’d held his daughter’s hand for years. “It’s not far from here,” Xander reassured her, his gaze tracking a tram. “Ah!” he used his finger on his free hand to point. “You can already see the tips of the train station’s roof!” he said. “I’d estimate that we have to walk about 10 more minutes from here.” Xander shot her a smile.
“I am sure your we will arrive before your brother,” Xander said as he hastily searched for his pocket watch. He looked at the device and paused. His smile froze. “Ah," he breathed. "That is if we walk fast...” 

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Xander got an extra digit on both hands! His hands are clean, and his grasp is strong and warm. His fingertips have calluses from playing the lute, but it's not unpleasant. 

Xander later that evening

         The crowd was just too much. Maribelle never liked her father's parties -- the smell of wine did nothing to soothe her usual nervousness, and some darker corners liked to dabble in opium and the like, no matter how "elegant" of a gathering this was supposed to be. Turns out, nearly overdosing in front of a kid sticks with them.

         Her father was knighting a fellow under his House's name, and said fellow attempted to speak to her, but she all but clammed up before fleeing once his interest waned. Thankfully, Xander did not seem interested in the substance side of the event, and so she clung to him as she often did, sitting on the fringes of the crowd, quiet. She did not so much look at him as she did her hands, fiddling with them anxiously, and eventually taking off her lace gloves. He was alright company. Better company. She tried to look for the lord of the estate, or her uncle, but both to no avail. It was best to stick with Xander until the sea of strangers dissipated.

         But then, she reached out for Xander's hand. His was odd -- a musician's hand, sure, with all the roughness of plucking at strings and playing keys -- with his fingers... a bit... she never thought much about it. At least his hands were tidy, not like those of the workers', whose were dirty from gardening or horse care, and warm without being sweaty. Still, the child did not look up to meet his gaze, her worry unfading. It was so late. The starless sky hovered above them, a dark void, the cobblestone lit up only by lanterns scattered across the garden.

         "I can't find him." she whispered gloomily, "I want to go to sleep, Sir Klingelhof, it's-- I don't know what time it is." Her hand tightened a bit around his palm as she continued to complain. "They never let me sleep. Coffee works. I think. Maybe... they have coffee..."

         "..Can you get some coffee for me?"

@ NP: you can respond to this tab of her, or her default profile, or her post-war version, or her even older 6041 version . go nuts just let me know if you choose any version but this one.

other notes ufhhh . baby belle's hands are soft and normal, any else is callused and she's missing a thumb, but mostly clean. her 6041 version i'm okay with ? mild? romantic interactions if you ask beforehand, just nothing risque or suggestive obviously. don't react romantically to any other version. bye.

foul fucking beast.

     Allegro blinked slowly as he found himself face-to-face with a little girl that looked like she'd cry if he as much as breathed. This heartbeat was skittish as a rabbit's and full of the same amount of fear, yet there was something familiar about it. Ah, that's right, this was the girl he gave the sunflower to sometime ago. Which meant...

     He looked around for any signs of Otto hiding and waiting for the perfect opportunity to "find" his daughter and meet the prince again, but to his surprise he saw no one. When he looked back at Maribelle, the tears in her eyes must have doubled. A comically large bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head.

     He knew the answer before she confirmed it. She was lost. Allegro replied to her dismay with a kind smile and held his hand out to her. "It's okay, there's no need to be scared. We'll find him together." With his free hand he tapped his ear. "I can hear very well. I'm sure we'll locate him quickly. If not, I'm sure the guards will be able to find him quickly while we both enjoy a nice treat." He glanced at her hand when she took his. No thumb? Interesting. Perhaps he'd ask when they rested

He usually has gloves on but otherwise he's got fancy hands

Being assigned an investigation nearby gave Marun a reason to approach the composer by the sidewalk, grateful to be cloaked in his other self rather than the horrible first impression (and the awkward second one) that he had previously made as Kori. He didn't know why he didn't just walk on by -- strong, cold types scared the shit out of him -- but maybe it was for precisely that reason he joined her by the crosswalk. Less of a test of courage and more of an attempt to redeem himself in his own eyes, he strode over and flashed a quick half-smile. 

"Have you been waiting here long?" he asked, trying to break the ice. "This light takes a while."

See? he told himself. That wasn't so bad. You can do this. 

As anticipated, the light took its sweet time to change, as if the display was trying to buy time for the walking icon to arrive. Marun was relieved when it did offer those waiting to proceed to the other side of the road. He waited a few paces behind Isolde to make sure not to crowd her before he began moving forward. 

"Wait!"

In an instant, he took her hand in his. Tightly, trembling, as a vehicle ran the red, the tension shared between their arms keeping a safe distance between the composer and the grill of the truck. The spike of adrenaline initially dulled everything besides reaching out to Isolde, but as it wore off he was increasingly aware of the feeling of her hand in his. It was soft. Gentle. Her fingertips wrapped around his knuckles from the grasp had an almost technical firmness to them, which only intensified the sensation of their shared clutch.

D-don't think about that, Marun willed himself unsuccessfully. How could he not? He was touching the hand of a famous musician -- the very hands that played her harp -- and it was all so quick. He loosened his grip slightly to avoid crushing her hand; he hadn't even realized his own body was so tense. 

"I--! I don't... uh..." He was sweating by this point. "Think that truck had the right of way." He gave a shaky smile and a breathy, shuddering laugh. "W-we should cross now."

@ np, marun has fairly nice hands! theyre probably a little shaky though, this man is a nervous wreck

vvv aaaa I love this!! thank you!!!

Kvroii

"You all good, man?" Merlin inquires, giving the other man a careful pat on the shoulder. "I just pinged the nearest medical center available. Thing is, it'd probably be better if we moved to a more accessible area than this..." He gestures to the messy, unpleasant scene around them, "... narrow alley here." The officer stares blankly at his surroundings, placing a hand on his hip. He's silent for a few moments, before his gaze turns its attention back to Marun. "That means we get moving."

And with that, Merlin helps up Marun from the group, being as graceful as he humanly could in order to make sure none of the work he's done on him is undone. "Let's see... The closest open road is probably around this way." The ex-Marine's head turns in another direction, pointing towards the only way out of the alleyway. Duh. "We'll go slow from here; I don't want to accidentally harm you any further or something. But I'll try and guide you." Keeping himself at the heel of the investigator's side, Merlin grabs his hand with his own gloved fingers, pulling Marun along where they needed to be.

"It'll just be around 7 minutes until they get here, so just take your time, yeah?" Merlin passes a nod to the other, pushing away litter with his foot to make sure that neither of them trip on something. During their incredibly short journey, Merlin started to take note of a distinct tremor in Marun's hand. He attributed it to some sort of shock from whatever had unveiled before their encounter, but it was also probably even from what was happening now. Although it was a bit strange, he could see through the perspective that having a random stranger patch up your wounds would be somewhat scary, especially if they don't have much medical experience.

Still, the officer couldn't help but shoot Marun an odd look, but came to terms with whatever the latter could be thinking about at this moment. What was more important to him was making sure that he could inch the both of them along the asphalt safe and sound to get the man some real help.

@np, for Merlin, it depends on which hand you hold. His left hand (from his perspective) is flesh, but kinda cold to the touch. It's also probably covered in healing wounds, either light scratches, bruises, abrasion wounds, etc. His right hand is a cybernetic prosthetic, but it'd probably be even colder, but a bit "smoother" although it is quite segmented in design. Otherwise, he's probably wearing a full glove on his right and a fingerless glove on his left. No romantic interactions with him, please. 

Feel free to choose any of them too, if you'd like. Just make up whatever their hand might feel like lol

In the wake of the explosion, Jericho found himself in trouble. A shitload of trouble. Cars burned, exploded, or otherwise destroyed, glass and garbage everywhere, flying through the air, debris from the buildings and other things being absolutely destroyed. The attack came without so much as a warning, and he was right in the middle of it. He crawled out of the damaged truck with his rifle in tow, falling to the cement with both hands, trying to get the ringing out of his ears and the blur in his eyes to subside. He shook his head and stood up, using the door to help him rise onto Jell-O legs. He looked around, finding the other cars of his unit in similar condition, and not far away, a familiar figure was on the ground, apparently injured in the initial attack.

"Goddammit." He muttered, and just as he did, his hearing came back in time for the gunshots to give him his next move. Bullets slammed into the truck he was just in, and instinctively moved behind the engine block to limit the danger. Others were sent over his head with loud cracks, towards the others. He quickly took a peek around the hood to see where the attackers were, finding that there were a lot. More than enough to count on two hands. This was bad. Very bad. How did they let this happen?

He growled as he readied his rifle, flicking off the safety and sent a dozen or so bullets downrange to keep some of their heads down, then with a solid breath, rushed backward towards the figure he recognized. Merlin. The sole reason he was even here, assigned to escort the man through downtown, for whatever reason. Jericho didn't know, nor did he care. The only thing he cared about right now was making sure he was alive and could be brought to safety. After all, he was his paycheck, so to speak. He did hold a fondness of him, however, considering his appearance; he knew he'd been through the shit, and that meant he was capable. One of the guys also told him he was a cop and formerly military. He respected that.

Once the wolf/gator hybrid reached their body, he was glad to see he was alive, just shocked by how quickly things had gone from good to awful. It seemed everyone had, the few remaining members of his team were mildly returning fire or hunkering down for cover. Jericho took a stance behind the overturned police van and returned fire at the approaching attackers, finding the magazine empty in record time. He ejected it with one hand and replaced it with another mag in one swift motion, firing a few more times before turning to Merlin.

"Can you walk?" He extended his hand, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah? Good, then get your ass up. I'm not dying here today, and neither are you." He would grab Merlin's gloved hand tightly, and pull him to his feet, giving him a couple of solid pats on the shoulder before handing him a sidearm. "You'll find this useful, I'm sure."

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Np, Jericho's hands are quite large, but his fingers pretty long and slender. They're rough and have callouses from rigorous training and fighting, both with weapons and hand-to-hand combat. He has a very firm grip and they're warm, but has subtle scales on his palms and fingertips, considering the Alligator part of him. His nails can be quite sharp, though he tends to keep them trimmed up pretty well. When operating on the job, he usually wears gloves to further protect them, but otherwise, he keeps them bare.

Akari gently taps Irene's shoulder. "Hi!" He chirps. "May I hold your hand? Your gloves look so soft," He smiles. When she nods, he takes he hand gently, avoiding the nail guards. He gasps. "Your gloves are so cool!" Akari grins and starts to lead her along. "Come on, thank you for letting me hold your hand! I'll buy you some ice cream!"

Ran was on an adventure in the forest, is she lost? well actually maybe. she was with her Uncle Oliver they were hiking for some fresh air, she got her uncle's approval to go on an adventure alone but she mustn't go too far and make sure that he could still see her until she found a white butterfly and follow it. Ran looked around her surrounded by trees, grass, and bushes she could not see her Uncle but she saw someone, he seemed lost like her. Ran got closer to him "You lost?" she asked the person, He seemed shy when meeting Ran. She holds his hand "Follow me, I can guide you" She pulled Akari to follow her.

"hand reminds of Da" said the little girl "I like holding hands and know the hand. Grandpa hand is big and held gently, Grandma is pretty and soft, Da hand is a little rough and warm, Pa hand kind of cold, Oka hand is very warm, Mo hand is rough but gentle, Ma hand is very strong, Mu hand is small of them all, Aya hand is very very big and rough" she explains them with joy on her tone. after walking together and holding hands they meet Oliver who is worried, he Immediately runs to her "Ran!"

"oh Aya, I meet new friend" she put out a bright smile

(follow up, no one can stop me nyehehehe)

v "thank you kind robot" she put out a bright smile as she hold their hand "hmm metal hand feel weird, they cold and hard difference from a human hand, this coldness reminds me of Pa"

^^ hope this is alright :') //

Sylvee would be doing business as usual while attempting to keep a low profile. Hunched over he'd sit, attempting to enjoy some time to himself before giving a glance to his right. To his surprise a child would be standing in his view, alone too. This would immediately get the guy a bit worried, last he checked younger kids don't travel alone do they..? 

He would look at the kid for a moment before looking around, not seeing a parent or guardian looking figure in sight. Now sure, Sylvee was a bad guy, but he wasn't a bad guy, he wasn't just gonna let this kid wander around the surrounding areas alone, especially with all the people around. The bot would get to his pedes and walk over to the kid, awkwardly kneeling down to look a bit less intimidating before he tapped her on the shoulder. 

"Ah," He'd begin, attempting to soften his voice which .. admittedly was hard but hey, the guy was trying. 

"I notice you're all out here by yourself , are your parents near ?.." He would ask while looking around once again. He'd wait for the kid's answer before offering his hand. "If you want I can help ya look for em." He'd beep, a friendly smile appearing on his screen before he'd perk up a bit, seeing someone who vaguely resembled Ran. "Ah, is that your parent?" He'd ask, standing back up fully while looking down at Ran as he'd point. 

"Come on, crowd's getting busy, I'll walk ya to em." He'd say, gently grabbing the kid's hand. 

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NP: romance is fine 👍👍👍