ִ ࣪𖤐 .𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸
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There it was again —— the flushing of her cheeks before regaining composure. With one hand, the druid gently cupped his cheek, guiding him closer. This. This is exactly what she needed. Her lips closed the remaining space between them, soft and passionate.


Emerald hues softened instinctively as their gaze locked, her fingers weaving the last pieces of hair. “Depends. What is it?”

⠀ “YOU HAVE A BEAR? THAT’S SO COOL!” ⠀ ⠀

“What do you have against my flowers?” The druid tugged on his hair purposefully, though not hard enough to actually hurt him. “Alright, fine. No flowers for Mr. Grumpy.”

⠀ “I woke up feeling like a troll stepped on me.” ⠀ ⠀

⠀ “Why do I feel like I haven’t slept at all?” ⠀ ⠀

“Be still.” Keyleth murmured, refusing to admit she had messed the braid up herself. She unweaved a couple strands of hair, resuming her work.


Currently braiding @CORNIXSICARIUS's hair.

Keyleth nodded slowly, mesmerized by the way he smiled. Oh, how it made her heart somersault in her chest! “I know so.” She managed to add after a brief moment of silence. Her throat was cleared afterward, bending down to pick up her forgotten staff. —


