[ it's admittedly different. perhaps because it's a kind of intimacy they've never shared before, almost always driven by raw desire or need. or perhaps because it's been a while, and a part of her longed for him much more than she would ever admit. lumine doesn't really know, doesn't really care to figure out.
she too buries her face into his hair, his fingers stroking and curling around the ginger strands at his nape as she hums quietly. the sound of his breathing is soothing, his pulse underneath her fingertips. ]
This hair of yours is in my face ...
[ lumine's voice is muffled as she wrinkles her nose, blows it over with a puff of air. his cowlick stands stupidly even while he's lying down, which is tickling her face. ]
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she too buries her face into his hair, his fingers stroking and curling around the ginger strands at his nape as she hums quietly. the sound of his breathing is soothing, his pulse underneath her fingertips. ]
This hair of yours is in my face ...
[ lumine's voice is muffled as she wrinkles her nose, blows it over with a puff of air. his cowlick stands stupidly even while he's lying down, which is tickling her face. ]
You need a haircut.