' you've got something in your hair. ' amidst the soft, fresh-billowing winds around them, dark's fingers pinch lightly at the ends of her strands. at first he had worried and assumed it to be some sort of insect, (and rarely did those and girls ever seem to mix,) but the velvety sensation in tandem with a closer look reassures him it's nothing more than a small magnolia petal. one that he charmingly shows off to her in between his fingers. ' --- hn. harmless. nevermind, then. '
The caress of a low voice stopped her in her tracks, a feather-light touch gingerly tugging at golden locks. "Oh." The expletive fell from her lips once his words sunk in and she turned around to face the velvet-voiced stranger. Upon meeting his gaze, a pulse rang through the secret, slumbering gardens within her soul where most of the power in her blood had been fenced in.
His striking beauty and his easy charm would have normally flustered her, but something in the very fiber of her being was screaming that he was different. Closer to someone like her - who carried an ancient legacy in her veins - than to everyone else.
"Thank you, still." Alice bowed her head in appreciation with a smile, green eyes widening slightly once she lifted her gaze to him again, letting out an airy chuckle. Lifting a hand, she plucked a petal from his hair as well, mirroring the way he was holding hers. "Looks like we're even."