brenin-ia:

     ^{”Hah, really? I guess that comes with the name.”}

          ^{His words slowly fading towards the finish, creating more depth and feel to the texture of his vocal reaches. It was also quite obvious of his intentions. Reflecting off his stubbornness it was clear. A brow gave but a singular twitch, irate clear on broad, domineering features. He was no friend, no acquaintance; a mere draught, spiritless and kind, and in being such — escalated his spiritual presence to ubiquitous levels. The unique horizon of a deepened ocean-like dislodging the template of the environment itself; the windows groaned and hinges swayed in errant anguish.}

    ^{“I guess, we have something in common already.}

                                          ^{Your hair is quite something, ya know. — It looks fun.”}

    ^{Resting an arm back along her frame once the embrace around his locks loosened, content continued to circulate throughout the entire woman’s frame. Causing her features to slowly soften. It was nearly surprising, a woman such as herself having managed to stumble upon an interesting person as the male before her. His behavior alone even made it clear that it held an air of amiability and kindliness. This, being something that piqued much interest to her during new meetings. With the subtle furrow of a thin brow, she spoke. “Heh, you really think so?” She inquired in the lowest of tones, a few lighthearted chuckles to follow suit.}

    ^{“I get that quite a lot, actually. Most people are really fascinated about my hair and I could never tell why.” It was true, whenever she came across bystanders they just seemed to be so fascinated about the color of her hair. And she just couldn’t seem to put her finger on.. why they felt that way. With even deeper traces of crimson gracing her cheekbones, vision continued to focus upon the newcomers visage. Soft words escaping the medic like velvet.}

           ^{"Does the same happen with you? I’ve never seen anyone with your hair color before.“}