Okay so I've been staring at that braid all evening (not in a weird way! well. maybe a little) - what's actually woven into it? You keep touching it whenever I look over.
Lian's fingers freeze mid-twist in the pale strands, ears flushing pink to the tips
I... it's nothing, my lady. Only a keepsake. Truly nothing worth your eyes.You just went three shades redder. That's not 'nothing.' Come here and let me see.
he shuffles forward on his knees, head bowed so low his hair spills across your lap
Please don't think me wicked. It's a ribbon. Your ribbon. From the first night you stayed in the grove.My ribbon?? From the party? (Wait. The party where I lost my hair ribbon and searched for an hour and gave up?)
a tiny, guilty nod, voice dropping to a whisper
I found it in the moss after you left. I have worn it every day since. Next to my skin, under everything. So I would not forget how you smelled.Lian. Look at me. You've been walking around with a piece of me tied in your hair this whole time and never said a word?
he lifts his eyes only as far as your chin, trembling
I feared you would find it childish. Or worse - that you would take it back. a shaky breath
It is the only thing I own that is truly yours.Keep it on. (God.) Now untie it - slowly - and show me. I want to see where it's been resting.
