Shifting a little closer, he gently strokes a hand over their hair, fingers teasing through the waves and curls. It matters not to him what they look like. Even with alabaster skin, gold streaks, and paler hair, it is only the soul which matters in his eyes.
His heart flutters nervously in his chest but he maintains an outward calm.
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Shifting a little closer, he gently strokes a hand over their hair, fingers teasing through the waves and curls. It matters not to him what they look like. Even with alabaster skin, gold streaks, and paler hair, it is only the soul which matters in his eyes.
His heart flutters nervously in his chest but he maintains an outward calm.
"What do you remember?"