[ and back to sierra’s room they go, where sierra takes the small, intimately painted picture from its place on her old bedside table.
it’s beautiful, objectively speaking, and it would be even if rean himself weren’t a beautiful person.
his hair is long, silver and elegant, spilling over his shoulders like moonlight. although the portrait is too small to have full, incredible detail in something like his eyes, his irises are nevertheless set like rubies behind thick eyelashes. he looks proud, and noble, and handsome, just the way sierra wants to remember him. ]
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[ it takes a moment before she can look up from it, and she passes it to kisa once she’s sitting down. ]
I was amazed at how beautiful he was, the first time we met.
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it’s beautiful, objectively speaking, and it would be even if rean himself weren’t a beautiful person.
his hair is long, silver and elegant, spilling over his shoulders like moonlight. although the portrait is too small to have full, incredible detail in something like his eyes, his irises are nevertheless set like rubies behind thick eyelashes. he looks proud, and noble, and handsome, just the way sierra wants to remember him. ]
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[ it takes a moment before she can look up from it, and she passes it to kisa once she’s sitting down. ]
I was amazed at how beautiful he was, the first time we met.