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She grasped all of her long hair in one of her small hands, and took his blade in her free hand. Pulling his hand to be between her neck and hair. She pulls her hair so it’s against the blade, and pulls his hand across.

Thousands of yellow strands of hair float down to the ground, the light reflecting off them and making them shimmer.

As his blade had passed through her hair, he retracts the blade back in causing some stray hairs to end up on his palm. For a moment he rolls them along his palm, before letting them fall to the ground amongst the others.

For a moment to follow, they just stand there, silent, as the sunshine reaches deeper and deeper into the room.

She closes her eyes for a solid minute before letting out a long sigh.

After a while, Paidoas stood up with his left hand moving, twisting on itself as it began to unfold, before ejecting a long and dark blade from within it.

“If you wish, you may use my blade.”

He faintly moves his hand forward towards the kamui. It was a big change she was about to face and accept, so he thought that maybe partly his presence would aid her, in a way or another.

She grasped all of her long hair in one of her small hands, and took his blade in her free hand. Pulling his hand to be between her neck and hair. She pulls her hair so it’s against the blade, and pulls his hand across.

Thousands of yellow strands of hair float down to the ground, the light reflecting off them and making them shimmer.

It was dawn, and the sun was rising over the forest surrounding the building formerly known as the Armstrong mansion. As the light began to light up the environment, it showed that snow was on the ground, but nevertheless partly melted. Might have something to do with that is hidden under the household that causes it.

But that is not why we are here, oh no. We are here to see that what is just about to happen within the more luxurious parts of the mansion.

With a room, which appears to be a bedroom of sorts, there are three figures, two of them sitting on something while third one was facing the window. Suddenly one of them speaks up.

“I understand what you intend to do, I understand your reasoning but I am going to ask from you that are you ready for the change?”

This is shortly followed by another.

She closes her eyes for a solid minute before letting out a long sigh.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON = You taught me something new. 

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. 

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

CYAN = We have very little in common

THISTLE = I only just started following you

INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time

FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold

COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)

VERMILION = You make me feel passionate

HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname

LAVENDER = You inspire me

CORAL = You’re a meme

UMBER = I want to know more about you

FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody

RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you

ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you

WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF = I trust you

FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you

PLUM = I’d like to chat with you

TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic

SAGE = You make me cry

CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

“Why should I let you? You’re the best big sister in the world. You should know THAT by now, shouldn’t you?”

Or:

 “Smooch” for on the lips