[ It's disgraceful to perch on the gravestones so, but Vanessa has never been one to judge. She only wonders at how the dead are treated where the young man comes from if this is his response.
The white hair is striking even from a distance—a stark contrast from her pale skin and dark hair—though any admiration on the matter remains hidden. She steps close; Not too close, but enough so that she need not raise her voice to respond (enough to try and catch sight of his face). ]
Perhaps the residents have long since achieved immortality.
[ Her jest is dry, and perhaps easy to miss with her initially neutral expression. That would be until she sees his eyes in the sunlight. Red like blood. They are stunning, but she is subtle in her appreciative glance. If anything, his unusual appearance puts her more at ease, softening her sharp features just a touch. She need not worry about looking so unkempt with her hair unbound. ]
i don't remember what i first saw
The white hair is striking even from a distance—a stark contrast from her pale skin and dark hair—though any admiration on the matter remains hidden. She steps close; Not too close, but enough so that she need not raise her voice to respond (enough to try and catch sight of his face). ]
Perhaps the residents have long since achieved immortality.
[ Her jest is dry, and perhaps easy to miss with her initially neutral expression. That would be until she sees his eyes in the sunlight. Red like blood. They are stunning, but she is subtle in her appreciative glance. If anything, his unusual appearance puts her more at ease, softening her sharp features just a touch. She need not worry about looking so unkempt with her hair unbound. ]