[To make it easier for Iris to pull the hat onto his head, he lifts it from the pillow. As Iris wraps the scarf ends around him, Wilhelm has nothing to do but notice how the deep brown of his eyes catches the firelight. He takes inventory of the curl of his eyelashes, the reddish marks stamped into his cheeks, without fully knowing what he's saving it all for.
Gorgeous, Iris says. Something warm pulses through him, and it can't be attributed to the fire crackling at his back, or the hat hugging his head, or the sweet hum of wine. Something stretches its legs in him.
Wilhelm busies himself with his new hat, reaching up to squish the pom-pom eyes on top of his head, grinning widely.]
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Gorgeous, Iris says. Something warm pulses through him, and it can't be attributed to the fire crackling at his back, or the hat hugging his head, or the sweet hum of wine. Something stretches its legs in him.
Wilhelm busies himself with his new hat, reaching up to squish the pom-pom eyes on top of his head, grinning widely.]
It's cute. Thanks, Iris.