Gloves Off Romane & Geschichten

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

he said, reaching over and taking my gloved hand in his. I could see the mischievous glint in his eye, so I shocked him by just shrugging my shoulders and saying, “if you want.” Joel’s eyes widened slightly at my response, but he didn’t let go of my hand. I reached over with my other hand and turned the main light off, the only light now coming from my small bedside lamp. We lay facing each other in silence, our hands still connected. “I hate gloves,” Joel mumbled. “You can take them off if you like, but you’ll have to move about two feet that way,” I said pointing behind him.

They told her all these lips couldn't spit and she understood. “Yes,” she replied. “Let me just go in and grab a few things.” By a few things, she meant her boxing gloves. Rose returned with her gloves. They headed down to the training ground. While she was gearing up, Grim was already at the center of the training ground, his back turned to her. He was in just his trousers, his top taken off. “You don't need the gloves. Take them off,” he instructed. She slipped off her gloves, rolling her shoulders as she joined him. “Alright, Lord Grim, what are we doing?”

The amulet felt heavier against my chest. The end of my shift finally came. I peeled off the thin gloves, grabbed my jacket, and pushed through the glass door. The cool night air hit my face. Glenn was already in my path, blocking the exit with his tall frame. He tilted his head slightly, that same dark smile on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I didn’t hesitate. I shoved both hands against his chest, hard. “Get out of my way.”

“I don’t think I can. The doctor said not to get these things wet and both of my wrists are still killing me.” “Can’t you take them off and put them back on after?” “I don’t know. He said not to take them off for a week. I don’t wanna mess something up.” “Well, you can’t be walking around in here smelling like…that. Come on, let’s get you a bath.” He looked at me incredulously. “Clover, uh…I don’t think that will work.”

His gloved hands moved calmly as he zipped the bag closed again, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet air. He brushed more dirt over the spot where it had been buried, patting it down until it looked almost exactly like it had before. I stood there for a moment longer, watching him pat the dirt down like nothing had happened. Well… since I was already caught, there was no point in hiding anymore. I stepped out from behind the doorframe and cleared my throat softly. “I… wanted to return the gloves,” I said, holding them up slightly. Noah didn’t even turn around at first. He just kept smoothing the soil with his hands. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm.

She cleared her throat and looked away pointedly. I pulled back quickly, embarrassed. We are kissing so much in a public place. “We’re going to be late.” He smiled, clearly unbothered. Then his eyes dropped to my hands. “One question,” he said. “Why are you wearing gloves?” I glanced down at my hands, the soft leather gloves suddenly feeling heavier than they had a moment ago. What excuse should I give?!

"Pots. P‌a⁠ns. Plates. If I se​e a spe‍ck o​f food, I dock your pay.‍ Te⁠n‌ bucks a‌n hour. Cash⁠." ‌I looked at the apron. It had a mysterious bro‍wn s​tain on the fro​nt. I looke‍d at the sink. I‌t wa‍s filled‍ with​ gray​, tepid water a‌nd floating pieces of lettuce. My stomach churned. My‌ breath c⁠ame short. Ge‍r‍ms. B​acteria‌. Disease. ​"I need gloves," I said. "We ain't got g‌loves," Sal sa​id. "Use your hand‌s, P​rince⁠ss‌."

“You don’t need your hands at all to use your ability Willow. Trust me – I will link you with instructions and give you guidance – think of it as your first lesson with us.” I watch Pops slowly lower to the ground, placing the metal case down and opening it quickly. He puts the soft white gloves on and then opens the book, shuffling through the pages quickly – like he knows exactly where to find what he is looking for.

Gerald's Point of View I wash my hands until the water runs clear. Blood has a nasty habit of clinging, even when you think it's gone. It hides in the folds of skin, under nails, in places you only notice later. I dry my hands slowly, carefully, then take off my gloves and throw them in the trash. Control returns with routine. Susan is scared. I saw it in the way her shoulders tensed, in the way her eyes darted around before she forced them to focus.