soulsuckxr-deactivated20140517 said: A soft and slow ruffle. She keeps from looking at him, but secretly, Cerise is pleased how his hair is softer than her fur when transformed. There are no words, eyes deadpan as she loons on.
Hazel hues do not catch the other pair, so confusion is not answered with an explanation of looks. The intent, the result – They are lost to the immortal, and he lets out an odd chuckle as he pulls away slowly from the hands that had been on his head. “ – Sorry, what was that?”
7 years ago with 2 notes
#laughs at #hxraeth #; responses
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