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She was quiet for a moment before checking his eyes. Those under spell would have cloudy eyes.
Avice looked at the door before slipping out as fast as possible.
"I was.. stubborn. "
She blinked. "Rowan?"
"Try me. This is the one thing that would be funny."
"I'd be okay with either. Promise."
She smiled gently, running a hand through his hair.
"It would be funny."
"You can do whatever you'd like, Poppy."
She began humming quietly, the tune soft and gentle as she worked.
She sighed dramatically. "No, no. It's fine."
"Ugh. Yes."
She gently kissed his forehead before starting to dry his hair, her touch as careful and gentle as always.
She pursed her lips. "I'll get out now."
"You can wear whatever you want. I don't mind."
She went to him, her eyes adoring as she bent to meet his gaze. "Can you sit down for me?"
"Yes. Perfect."
He huffed, crossing his arms. "I promise."
A grin spread across her face. "Really?!"
She laughed. "Wow. We're like a two-headed monster or something."
