Stares at his hair, is tempted to pet that fluff of hair, but doesn't want to lose her hand


█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ IT WAS A placid disposition ; his heart thumping in accordance with slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his visage as his slumbering frame languid upon the guild-hall’s table, obsidian locks in DISARRAY.
At peace, Gray’s consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world &&. the unprompted scrutiny from Serey.
❝ ——— …. ❞