Morning Dew and Sunrays

The texture says:

Her hands were small and delicate, and despite her warm smiles and gentle gazes, her skin was as cold as morning dew. Her hands were smooth and fragile like porcelaine, despite the fights they already fought. And they were oh so pure, despite all the people they injured. He could crush these spindly fingers with a single move …

His hands were big and slender, and despite his apathetic expression and his cold stares, his skin was as warm as sunrays on a summer day in july. His hands were calloused and rough, just like the words that escaped his lips and the thoughts he tried to keep in his mind. She could trace his long-limbed fingers, trying to treasure more of his warmth …

"Do you fear me?", he asked in a mere whisper, looking blatlantly into her eyes before he gazed at her lips for a brief moment.
"N-No.", she gasped softly, venturing a quick glance into the endless, black pools of his eyes. In the darkness of the tent, he allowed himself to show a twisted smile.
"You should."

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That's my contribution for Sasuhina-Month!

I actually drew my entry into a book, and I think it turned out to be ... presentably?
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Happy Sasuhina-Month! Spread the love!
Hinata and Sasuke (c) Kishimoto

And sorry for my poor english... I hope everyone understood, what I wrote ...
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