[Even though the pull at his hair is a light one, it elicits a soft gasp from Otto all the same. His grip intensifies a bit, which likely contributes to what happens next. He doesn't need to be looking at Bruno to know he's gone over the edge, and it fills him with a bit of exhilarated pride. Still, the surge of lights makes its way through his closed eyelids, like a bright kaleidoscope, stirring curiosity.
So he looks.
The sight is ethereal and surreal, but not in an eerie way. It's calming, somehow. Gratifying.]
... You're beautiful. [It's a quiet murmur, breathless and genuine.]
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So he looks.
The sight is ethereal and surreal, but not in an eerie way. It's calming, somehow. Gratifying.]
... You're beautiful. [It's a quiet murmur, breathless and genuine.]