O3. Sun
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Radiant. Sun knew at least one person who would not agree with him, but she wasn’t going to unload her mommy-issues on a stranger she had just met. His hands were surprisingly gentle, careful but confident at the same time, as he worked on detangling her hair. It was oddly relaxing. “There. All good.” He had an easy, comforting smile that made her beam back at him automatically. Up close, he was even brighter. It wasn’t merely the gold, but how he had stepped in and helped her without hesitation. The corset hugged his chest, catching the light. Sun was suddenly very aware of her heartbeat. “Sun, yes,” she confirmed. “And… Leone, right?” She was almost a hundred percent sure. Her mother found it embarrassing when she could not remember important persons name and made her practise and practise and practise. It paid off somewhat. Sun now barely ever forgot a name. Her smile widened, softer now. “My saviour.” Her gaze drifted to the golden threads woven through his braids, flickering every time the discolights flashed over them. Glowing like little sparks in the dark. Transfixed, she reached out, but stopped herself short just before touching him. ‘’I like the gold in your braids. You look like the sun.’’ With his golden braids serving as sunrays. Some of the gold dust had transferred to her hands. Sun held them up for Leone to see. “You’ll have to hide me when Giselle comes over,” she said with a conspiratorial smile. “She seemed very strict on the one colour only, I fear she might actually kick me out.” Someone bumped into her from behind, a hard elbow in her back that would leave a bruise behind, and jolted her forward. “I really did not think this through.” She gestured at her wings and long dress. “Though I did not expect the party to be this crowded.” The air was still hot, suffocatingly so. The flushed cheeks would not leave her for the rest of the evening, which was rather embarrassing if you’d ask her. An impulsive idea came to her. If Leone would find her weird, she would just have to avoid him for the rest of her days at PARFAIT. Before she could change her mind – which usually happened when she let her mind linger on something for too long – Sun bent down, gathering the fabric of her dress. The light fabric tore easily and cleanly. She stopped a few inches above her knees. It wasn’t completely even, but in the dark, nobody would notice. Hopefully. On a whim, she bundled up the cut off piece of fabric and threw it in the crowd behind Leone. |
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