The leaves rustled in the breeze, and a few pink petals, like the wings of little fairies, swirled through the air. They drifted past the pillars, landing gently on the two figures seated on the floor.
Perhaps because Darius was taller, the petal chose to land on his head.
The sight of serious Darius with a soft pink petal in his silver hair was unexpectedly endearing. It made Xion laugh as he fondly plucked it away, "I always thought blue suited you… but pink looks good too."
It really did. Or maybe it was just Xion who found those sharp eyes more adorable than intimidating.
"Whatever you say, my lord."
Now it was Xion's turn to flush. He thought those words wouldn't affect him as much after the confession, that he wouldn't blush so easily at every term of endearment.
Yet here he was, sitting with a faint pink tint warming his cheeks.
Darius scratched Xion's nose with a playful smile. "I think I like pink too." When it's on you...
