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Emet-Selch x WOL
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“Welcome home, my love.” You chirp happily when I enter the front door, slowly removing my mask and lastly my robe. “How was your day at work…”
I turn my attention towards you when you dropped your book that you were reading. It seems to take you a moment to register before you speak again.
“...What happened to your hair?” I can almost hear the shock in your voice, I didn’t think that it would bother you that much.
“There was but a minor accident in the Akadaemia Anyder.” I simply stated my reasonings. “Do I look bad in this haircut?”
You shake your head as you take a few steps closer to me. “Your new haircut is fine, I do miss your old hair. I loved braiding them.” I give a small chuckle when you ruffles your hand through them. It was a warm feeling, one that I would not take for granted.
“I will be sure to grow out my hair again.” I assure you as I hold your other hand and lead you to the kitchen. “Come, I can’t wait to have a meal with you. What did you make today?”
“Oh! I made you some…”
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“What seems to bother you, Hero?” I speak aloud to grab your attention. You seemed to be lost in your thoughts as you return to reality, noticing that the Scions start taking their leave and moving back to the Viera settlement. You start shaking your head at me.
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking how you would look better with longer hair.” You replied, plainly to restrain as much conversation with me seeing that you do not want your fellow Scions to think us of becoming chubbier with one another.
“You were not the first to say that.” I chuckled to myself. “But come, let’s not dabble in meaningless conversations. Your friends still await you for their next Lightwarden hunt in this area.”
“Wait.” You walked in front of me, halting my movements. Our eyes make contact with one another as you seem to be looking for something. “Did you ever grow out your hair?” I hesitate to answer, trying to look for the right words as I shrug at you.
“Who knows?” I move aside, walking past you. I smirk to myself, knowing that you are pouting behind my back when you fail to get an answer from me. One day, when you remember me, I will grow my hair and let you braid them again.