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Katya Alkaev (redhorse_tea) wrote in bellumlogs,

Reaching out, Katya took his right hand in both of her own. She leaned forward, peering at the lines. There was much in his palm that she could tell him; hands always spoke clearly of a person's past. His fingers were calloused from years of playing instruments, but anyone with a careful eye for detail would notice that. But underneath the callouses... Yes, there was a story there, and one that was innocuous enough to share.

She pointed to a line on his hand, one inside his life line. "This? It is telling me you are gifted musician, as are callouses on your fingers. You are playing all the time," she said. "But, as a child, is was a secret thing." A precious thing for him, something that was a source of freedom. She suppressed a shudder, not wanting to reveal what she saw in his hand. One of the first things she had been taught is that people deserved to keep their secrets unless they asked for them to be revealed. She would say little of what she saw, but it made her want to weep. "And is here, in your music, I am thinking is your story." She lifted her eyes to him, her expression asking him if he wanted her to continue.