[ The way that Dion touches the feather so gently makes warmth bloom in Joshua's chest, a less shy smile gracing his lips. So it hadn't been odd, then. Dion certainly seems to like it. There's a sense of pride there beside the warmth, and the feathers that dapple his hair lift in a sort of pleased ruffle. ]
It does. Very much so.
[ He shifts his tea, so that he can lift a hand to touch the feather as well. But his fingertips quickly move on to push some hair away from Dion's eyes.
He's never seen Dion's eyes this close before, or at least hasn't paid this much attention to them. They're... beautiful. Like rays of sunlight. ]
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It does. Very much so.
[ He shifts his tea, so that he can lift a hand to touch the feather as well. But his fingertips quickly move on to push some hair away from Dion's eyes.
He's never seen Dion's eyes this close before, or at least hasn't paid this much attention to them. They're... beautiful. Like rays of sunlight. ]
It complements your eyes.