Magnus's crimson eyes stared at Estelle whose head had slid over the couch and now fell into his shoulders. The carriage had stopped the earlier hour but he told the coachman to make another round around the town so he could preserve the moment as much as possible.
His eyes watched as Estelle was peacefully sleeping. Her lips softened a light snore as she seemed to be extremely tired. Before he knew it, he found himself playing with her soft pink hair, thinking that the softness felt like cottons which reminded him of his childhood pet.
What was the name of the pet again…?
Wasn't it also related to the star?
Magnus briefly closed his eyes and the memories of the past resurface as his child self stood with his arms crossed, dressed in an utter black shirt and slack with the only object that would bring color to his entire self was his bloodshot eyes.
