( tipping her head back slightly into julian's touch is easy, and for most people that wouldn't be some kind of revelation, but for laura it still is. maybe she shouldn't still be so surprised that she can be with him like this without her hackles raising, but it's a work in progress. she's a work in progress, and a lot of that is rebuilding progress that laura had already thought were set in place.
if there's anything this city has taught her, it's that laura isn't actually as well-developed as she believed herself to be. )
It's got to feel weird, right?
( she knows a little of what it's like by way of regrowing limbs, but aside from being a very gross experience all round, that's also very fast. there's very little time for laura to experience any kind of sensitivity, it's all over too quickly but it's--enough, that she can make some guesses.
but he's managing to scrub his fingers through her hair just fine, and it's actually all very pleasant. relaxing, enough that she closes her eyes, leans back until her back hits his chest. he's good to her. she doesn't tell him enough. )
( he's sure he'd like the feel of her hair between his fingers if his hands were less sensitive. more adjusted to sensation, but julian isn't complaining because he does like it. he likes how laura feels when she relaxes against him, how she lets him touch him. how much trust she's putting into him. )
It does feel weird.
( even if julian tried to explain it, he's sure that laura would already know. she's been hurt, cut into, tortured, and who the fuck knows what so many times he's betting she knows what it feels like, to have sensation where previously there had been none. but he wants to fill the time, keep laura pressed close, so julian keeps threading fingers through laura's hair, thinks through words before voicing them. )
It feels like thousands of pinpricks of sensation everywhere my skin touches something. Not painful, not unpleasant just new. I remember before when I did have hands, how easy it'd been to just grab onto shit. I used to bite the skin around my nails like crazy until it was all fucked up. But now it's. . being able to move them and do shit with them still feels like it's something precious.
( it's not really that much of a revelation. laura has spent months around julian with metal for hands, she hasn't seen flesh and bone at the ends of his wrists since they were both kids. she can't really tell if he's done or not but it doesn't matter that much anyway, she reaches up to take one of his hands all the same.
just to hold it between both of hers, mostly, but also to dig her thumb a little into the centre of his palm. gently, but the pressure is still definitely there. it's just a little new still, and that's something worth exploring, maybe. laura's never been the kind of person that concerns herself much with gestures like holding hands, but some part of her wants to see if their fingers fit together like this all the same. )
Did you want to do this, already? Or was it just because of...camp.
Mostly because of camp. I'd gotten used to not having hands, readjusting to using them's been a little difficult.
( mostly the sensation, that keeps throwing him off. it feels weird, how laura's finger presses into his palm and he feels it. he's used to nothing. used to figuring out how to move his prosthetics and adjusting to working around their limitations, rather than this fleshy nonsense. )
But there's a lot of shit I can do with them that I couldn't without, too. ( like move his hand over, slide a warm palm against laura's cheek to tip her head up towards him. lean in a little closer, but doesn't quite bridge the distance between them. )
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if there's anything this city has taught her, it's that laura isn't actually as well-developed as she believed herself to be. )
It's got to feel weird, right?
( she knows a little of what it's like by way of regrowing limbs, but aside from being a very gross experience all round, that's also very fast. there's very little time for laura to experience any kind of sensitivity, it's all over too quickly but it's--enough, that she can make some guesses.
but he's managing to scrub his fingers through her hair just fine, and it's actually all very pleasant. relaxing, enough that she closes her eyes, leans back until her back hits his chest. he's good to her. she doesn't tell him enough. )
This is nice.
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It does feel weird.
( even if julian tried to explain it, he's sure that laura would already know. she's been hurt, cut into, tortured, and who the fuck knows what so many times he's betting she knows what it feels like, to have sensation where previously there had been none. but he wants to fill the time, keep laura pressed close, so julian keeps threading fingers through laura's hair, thinks through words before voicing them. )
It feels like thousands of pinpricks of sensation everywhere my skin touches something. Not painful, not unpleasant just new. I remember before when I did have hands, how easy it'd been to just grab onto shit. I used to bite the skin around my nails like crazy until it was all fucked up. But now it's. . being able to move them and do shit with them still feels like it's something precious.
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( it's not really that much of a revelation. laura has spent months around julian with metal for hands, she hasn't seen flesh and bone at the ends of his wrists since they were both kids. she can't really tell if he's done or not but it doesn't matter that much anyway, she reaches up to take one of his hands all the same.
just to hold it between both of hers, mostly, but also to dig her thumb a little into the centre of his palm. gently, but the pressure is still definitely there. it's just a little new still, and that's something worth exploring, maybe. laura's never been the kind of person that concerns herself much with gestures like holding hands, but some part of her wants to see if their fingers fit together like this all the same. )
Did you want to do this, already? Or was it just because of...camp.
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( mostly the sensation, that keeps throwing him off. it feels weird, how laura's finger presses into his palm and he feels it. he's used to nothing. used to figuring out how to move his prosthetics and adjusting to working around their limitations, rather than this fleshy nonsense. )
But there's a lot of shit I can do with them that I couldn't without, too. ( like move his hand over, slide a warm palm against laura's cheek to tip her head up towards him. lean in a little closer, but doesn't quite bridge the distance between them. )