They come on Christmas, the little jumble boxes. Each one of them small.
Opened, they reveal a mess of stainless steel jewelry—exactly enough pieces to block in the digits of her dominant hand.
Two ridged finger cuffs, enough to protect her phalanges—even if she were to grab something sharp. Stackable rings studded with blunt spikes. They aren't weapons, not exactly; it just hurts to be hit in the face by anybody wearing any ring.
The card is simply signed: 'Qimir.'
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xmas gift 2025;
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She's totally getting off to these bad boys thinking of him. ]