Blue Veins In Palm Of Hand 소설 & 이야기

"I just... I said no." "It's okay," I soothed, reaching for her hands to pull her up. Then I stopped. Her hands were glowing. Not a reflection of the streetlights. A true, bioluminescent glow coming from beneath her skin. Veins of liquid gold pulsed up her wrists, disappearing under her sleeves. The air around her fingers shimmered with heat. "Tate," Daxon breathed, dropping his machete. He walked closer, his eyes locked on her hands. "What is that?"

The band clattered into the stone bowl with a sound that made her stomach turn. What lay beneath made her want to cover her arm again on instinct. The skin over her wrist and forearm wasn’t smooth. Silver lines veined up from her palm in thick, branching paths, bright under the surface like molten metal caught just before bursting free. At some points, the flesh between those veins looked thin, like over‑stretched glass. Lysa hissed softly. “That’s… worse than I thought,” she murmured. “Seal’s not just cracked. It’s… filleted.”

I placed one hand on the mid column of my neck trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling. I looked at my reflection on the mirror of the dresser opposite to my bed. My skin turned paler than a white paper. Blue veins were prominent . My irises were deep crimson red. My canines extended not in wolf teeth but vampire's. It had been a long time since I had blood.

My eyes didn't miss the veins on his hands. My eyes traced his visible veins. I can see that. I don’t know why his veins were bulging or why his veins appeared like that. Maybe from working out? Lifting dumb bells or what? My gaze went up to his biceps. He's just wearing a T-shirt so I can see his whole arm. Fuck, those veins! Damn that hand. I wonder what it feels like to be choked by his hand. I closed my eyes tightly. There it is! There it is! I'm fucking imagining wild things. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Quiva."

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.

Finished. His palm was pressed to the door seam. The silver-white light leaked between his fingers, shining onto the back of his hand. The skin on the back of his hand was thin as paper. The blue veins beneath were visible. There was hardly any blood left flowing in them. He waited for a moment.

At first I didn’t understand what he was showing me, but then he brought his hand closer to me, and I saw it. Dark veins that ran from his wrist and went inward, forming a spider-web like structure. The colour was so faint that it was barely recognizable, but I think for a fraction of a second…I saw them get darker, bigger, before they almost disappeared from sight. “What was that?” I took his hand in mine, tracing the now blue-looking vein with my fingers, but nothing happened. It was simply gone. “I wish I could tell you.” He shook his head. “But I have no idea.”

I just happen to drive as fast as lightning and told my man to brought it from my apartment's cabinet bar and meet me here. “I… guess I was in a hurry, baby..” I said and watching her prepared the dinner. And that’s when I saw it. I don’t know what’s wrong with my eyes that I didn’t saw it earlier. The red marks around her delicate wrists. Evie’s skin is so sensitive to touch. Her soft, creamy, white skin easily get red marks, even if you lightly put gentle press on it. And those marks almost bluish. It’s mean that whatever or whoever did that, did it with so much force.

he explained, and I felt his hand wrap around my arm. I looked at his hand. The veins on it were prominent, almost bulging as if they were about to break through his skin. Heat suddenly rushed through me as I stared at his arm. I know it myself, it is one of my weaknesses. His veins. On his arms and hands. Damn it. Why do I have to feel this at a time like this? I bit my lower lip and let out a rough breath. Melody is right. Maybe I have been too much of a negative thinker. I was not like this before, and it is something I do not like about myself.

Why does he have to interfere with everything? As the warmth of the bath seeped through her, Hannah's gaze drifted down to her arm and she paused, caught sight of how pale her skin looked in the soft bathroom light. She raised her hand, turning it slowly as knit brows creased her face when she seemed to see the faint lines of veins beneath the surface, tracing up from her wrist to her elbow like a web. She had always been quite fair-skinned, this was almost. translucent. "What…what is this?" she whispered, tracing her fingers over the skin chilled through by the heat of the water. Is this…normal? She recalled Hadzen's skin, pale like hers, yet this was different, unnatural.