𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓

[ He reaches out with careful fingers to tug lightly at her ponytail, as soft against his hand as ever. ]

You'd look cute as a brunette. But I like the red. Suits you.

[ She brushes her fingers against his beard and he smiles, turning his head a little into her touch. ]

Remember the time I shaved? First time you ever saw me without a beard, I think.