The touch of Izzy’s fingertips against him draws an even bigger reaction out of Edward. He thinks for a moment that he stops breathing altogether.
There's something very different about Edward's attire that he hasn't worn in ages. It isn't just the makeup and the lack of beard. It isnt the knotted cravat around his neck or the dangly earring shaped like a sword. its the full-fingered leather gloves that cut off all contact between himself and others. Edward, once the very example of physical-touch-is-my-love-language, has created a barrier between himself and others, and of all people, Israel Hands has broken it.
Izzy, toes seemingly intact, is for once not challenging Ed's every step. Has seeming done a complete 180 from making Edward feel so rejected that he'd redonned his leathers to begin with and is now saying things like 'You'n me against the world'. He doesn't think Izzy has spoken to him like this in a decade, and he has never been more fucking confused in his entire goddamn life.
While that confusion shows on his face as plainly as any other emotion, Edward's brain works quickly through it's short-circuiting to formulate the proper response, his other hand clapping leather over Izzy’s fingers. "Brilliant, Iz." he replies, his eyes meeting Izzy’s momentarily before drifting back down to the page. "What next..."
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There's something very different about Edward's attire that he hasn't worn in ages. It isn't just the makeup and the lack of beard. It isnt the knotted cravat around his neck or the dangly earring shaped like a sword. its the full-fingered leather gloves that cut off all contact between himself and others. Edward, once the very example of physical-touch-is-my-love-language, has created a barrier between himself and others, and of all people, Israel Hands has broken it.
Izzy, toes seemingly intact, is for once not challenging Ed's every step. Has seeming done a complete 180 from making Edward feel so rejected that he'd redonned his leathers to begin with and is now saying things like 'You'n me against the world'. He doesn't think Izzy has spoken to him like this in a decade, and he has never been more fucking confused in his entire goddamn life.
While that confusion shows on his face as plainly as any other emotion, Edward's brain works quickly through it's short-circuiting to formulate the proper response, his other hand clapping leather over Izzy’s fingers. "Brilliant, Iz." he replies, his eyes meeting Izzy’s momentarily before drifting back down to the page. "What next..."