🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

—E-e-e-tooo.... —he throws a resigned glance somewhere through Shiki and space and time, but finding no help there, he accepts the hand. "At least now I won't die without holding a hand."

Warm to the touch. Well-washed, with trimmed nails – there was nothing to dig into his skin. Already not young, but not yet completely wrinkled. The fingers are strong, and you can feel the calluses that have formed during work.