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Curiously reaches to mildly fiddle with a lock of hair of hers and gets carried away.
Anyone who knew Carlotta knew she took the time and energy to properly care for her hair. Something so small, so minuscule that ultimately did not matter in the grand scheme of things. The locks, auburn that swayed against her middle back like drops of warmed honey, beams of light illuminating the blonde undertones to create an almost halo around her head. In the right light, Carlotta could have imitated an angel. Such purity so rare in their kind these days.
Instant relaxation washed over the woman, feeling a disturbance in the freshly made curls that separated from the rest. The strands pliable and easily tangling themselves around his fingertips, like sand at the beach, the loose individual strands slipping through his fingers and falling back into place inside the pool of her hoodie. A wave of relaxation took place of her concern, rather protective of something as simple as hair, but it was hers. Carlotta knew Nikolai meant no ill will towards her hair, and she’d be lying if she didn’t think it felt good. A low hum in her throat with a deep sigh, leaning her head into his touch with a kindred smile.
Perhaps he was overstepping boundaries and getting a little carried away with how friendly they’ve become, but Carlotta would not stop him from enjoying himself.
❝Feels nice..❞
Offers her a crown made of roses.
@lionjump
Brilliant hazels, a provocative mix of gentle emeralds mixed with the harshness of honey gazed upon the crown offered, freshly made and the fragrance clinging to her nose. The Italian was not used to such gifts, even something as simple as a flower crown-which must’ve taken him a while to create given the thorns being a hassle. If close examination were done, said thorns were meticulously chopped off to prevent damage on such delicate skin.
❝è bellissimo.❞ A breathless compliment, lips painted a pale rosy colour, almost reflective of the flower being presented to her now. Carlotta almost felt undeserving, knowing she had nothing to give in turn but would not stop the movement of her hands to carefully accept the offer being given. A tightness encased her chest, a flush in her cheeks to which she attempted to ignore - but the burning sensation would not leave as if she sat too close to a raging campfire. It couldn’t have meant anything - maybe he was simply offering the crown to be nice. Yeah, that was a story Carlotta was willing to go with.
Without a second thought given, hands rose to delicately place the crown upon her head. The bright red clashing with the auburn streaks, the petals somewhat distorted due to the weight they offered to her scalp. A loose strand of her bangs broke free from being brushed behind her ear, finding its place in her face, the strands brushing against mascara coated lashes.
❝What do you think~?❞
"The Gnocchi is so good! May I have seconds?"
Of all the countries to show up on her doorstep, Nikolai had not been one of them. They weren’t exactly..friends, or anything close to the sort. More like..acquaintances who sought each other out for the sole purpose of needing something. Sure, they were allies once upon a time, but a certain incident involving a stick had severed what little trust she could have placed in him. Carlotta didn’t know him well, good enough to offer him gnocchi, of which she made far too much for a single person, it would have been a waste to let it expire. Might as well allow him to indulge, for now.
❝Serviti pure.❞ She wouldn’t deny him if he really wanted more, whereas she barely touched her own. Rare was it that Carlotta wasn’t hungry, but there were more pressing matters on her mind than a simple plate of potato pasta. ❝Though, I do hope there is more to this rather unexpected visit than you simply needing a homecooked meal.❞