like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips
I never received a letter from a magical school. I wasn’t told on my 16th birthday that I was the only master of all four elements. I never found someone alive in a block of ice. There are no reaping for my name to be chosen from. There is no factions to decide between. My dad doesn’t go on “hunting” trips. And I’ve never seen a mysterious blue box. But I’ll be damned if I won’t be the hero of this story.