


The Last Token

by ephemereal



Category: Underworld
Genre: Angst, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2006-07-02
Updated: 2006-07-02
Packaged: 2013-10-07 20:32:50
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 189
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3022706/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/404143/ephemereal
Summary: There is something about Michael's hands. PostEvolution drabble.





	The Last Token

There is something about Michael's hands. They are long-fingered and gloriously smooth, gentle against her bare skin but ruthless in the heat of battle. Equally capable of sprouting deadly claws or brushing a feather-light touch over new-healed wounds.

"Doctor's hands," he jokes every time he catches Selene looking at them. "My best feature. Or so I'm told." Always, he seems less-than-pleased about this.

She watches silently, unable to comprehend dissatisfaction in a trait so vitally useful. Beauty is something she has long trained herself to discount. It makes no difference in the war, after all. Yet, deep down, Selene knows there is a reason she must always watch when his fingers are at work.

"I used to think I was born to heal," confesses Michael, stretched naked on the bed beside her. He laughs bitterly, looking at those magnificent hands again, the last token of a life never to be.

_You still are, _thinks Selene, but as usual cannot get the words onto her tongue. Instead, she takes one hand in hers, kisses his palm, and places it over her heart.


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