[... He sits. There is a moment when she stands, as if she plans just to loom over him until her demands are answered. But she sits- well, lays down. Her fingers itch to brush her violence into his hair in offering, like they always used, to but...
They find the ends of her own hair, instead. The ends are even, now, courtesy Yuri's styling, but... even with the growth of time and Discord the length is so paltry still, just barely past her shoulders. What is she supposed to do with this... ? What is their new method supposed to be... ?]
... He might do that.
[So it is the same. That sense will be obvious to Set. That Hayame knew he valued that most, if not how.]
Is he who you will entrust Anubis' shard, too, then? If Zenith wins.
[It fills her with hate, just saying those words. "If Zenith wins"-- Since that ceremony, that heat... the very idea makes her skin crawl, urging to reject it even as a possibility.]
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They find the ends of her own hair, instead. The ends are even, now, courtesy Yuri's styling, but... even with the growth of time and Discord the length is so paltry still, just barely past her shoulders. What is she supposed to do with this... ? What is their new method supposed to be... ?]
... He might do that.
[So it is the same. That sense will be obvious to Set. That Hayame knew he valued that most, if not how.]
Is he who you will entrust Anubis' shard, too, then? If Zenith wins.
[It fills her with hate, just saying those words. "If Zenith wins"-- Since that ceremony, that heat... the very idea makes her skin crawl, urging to reject it even as a possibility.]