[ A gentle smile spreads on her face at his kiss. The familiar feeling security and love washes over her then. She is most certainly home, for he is here and that is what matters in the moment. Her head tilts enough to nudge his chin with the bridge of her nose. While she is still cold? She can feel the warmth from the fireplace in the familiar bedroom and from him. If she had not already placed all her weight upon him she certainly would have then.
His question makes her pause and her shoulders stiffen. A sudden lump of emotions form in her throat and she forces it down. Alkaid tilts her head downwards, and after a long moment, finally nods. She cannot sleep with her cloak on, and further more, she will never know what he truly thinks if she remains hidden. Her hands bunch into his armor before pulling back to make it easier for him to remove her hood.
Her ears pop up as they had once, some time ago, when he dried her hair. The black hair with bright pink ends is gone. In its place is a gentle dark blonde with soft pink ends. Alkaid closes her eyes and lets her shoulders curl up. Her hair is pulled to the side in a ponytail lined with her customary braids.
One shaking hand reaches up the ends of the hair that are free from the ponytail. She gently takes it into her hand before giving a tug. ]
It's... it's... [ Her other hand clenches in her cloak. ] It won't change back... it's ... [ Alkaid tilts her head down further. There are so many thoughts in her mind, but saying them is proving far more difficult than it should be. ] There was so much Light... a-and it changed it...
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His question makes her pause and her shoulders stiffen. A sudden lump of emotions form in her throat and she forces it down. Alkaid tilts her head downwards, and after a long moment, finally nods. She cannot sleep with her cloak on, and further more, she will never know what he truly thinks if she remains hidden. Her hands bunch into his armor before pulling back to make it easier for him to remove her hood.
Her ears pop up as they had once, some time ago, when he dried her hair. The black hair with bright pink ends is gone. In its place is a gentle dark blonde with soft pink ends. Alkaid closes her eyes and lets her shoulders curl up. Her hair is pulled to the side in a ponytail lined with her customary braids.
One shaking hand reaches up the ends of the hair that are free from the ponytail. She gently takes it into her hand before giving a tug. ]
It's... it's... [ Her other hand clenches in her cloak. ] It won't change back... it's ... [ Alkaid tilts her head down further. There are so many thoughts in her mind, but saying them is proving far more difficult than it should be. ] There was so much Light... a-and it changed it...