"His hair is silver now." Fayette caressed Valentine's hair.
She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on in his mind.
The white world enveloped them, right now, it was only the three of them, without even noticing; the old man disappeared, leaving them alone in the centre of the curse.
They rejoiced that a fight didn't break loose but Fayette couldn't stop thinking about that black figure the moment she died, in the end... that reaper didn't take her soul away.
'What exactly was that?' Those were questions she'd address with Valentine and Vera later.
"I like it." Vera said, taking his hand on her own, feeling a slightly upsetting feeling for some reason, even Rose was silent all around.
"Me too, it looks cool..." Fayette giggled, she thought her golden and his silver would complement one another, and that pale skin that he sported now, it looked kinda sexy for her too.
