[ The reddened skin goes unnoticed, too light to truly make an impact under the artificial stars gleaming from above. The color fails to draw his notice while his eyes are settled on the evening star painted on the cuff as if by design. ]
Maybe my right side.
[ White hair, same as his mother's. Same as Allen's, but there's no piercing there. For some reason, his patron chose his left side to gift him with. He still doesn't know why. ]
Did you save her?
[ He asks, eyes finally slipping from the star to Allen, a curious look in his eyes. He drifts closer, shoulder leaning toward him like being pulled by a calm, invisible force. ]
no subject
Maybe my right side.
[ White hair, same as his mother's. Same as Allen's, but there's no piercing there. For some reason, his patron chose his left side to gift him with. He still doesn't know why. ]
Did you save her?
[ He asks, eyes finally slipping from the star to Allen, a curious look in his eyes. He drifts closer, shoulder leaning toward him like being pulled by a calm, invisible force. ]