[This is one such moment where Henry doesn't realize how awkward of a gesture it could be, how it might be considered an invasion of personal space — congratulations Amelia, you’ve officially made it into his category of “people he’ll reach out and touch without warning out of little more than fascination.”
Ymmv regarding whether this is a good thing or otherwise.
But for now, he just looks at its hue gleaming in the sun. So much excess magic that it literally has to be stored in her hair…]
I think I can— Feel it.
[Between forefinger and thumb, the lock of hair thrums faintly against his touch. After a moment, he finally lets it fall away, looking at the lines of her profile.]
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Ymmv regarding whether this is a good thing or otherwise.
But for now, he just looks at its hue gleaming in the sun. So much excess magic that it literally has to be stored in her hair…]
I think I can— Feel it.
[Between forefinger and thumb, the lock of hair thrums faintly against his touch. After a moment, he finally lets it fall away, looking at the lines of her profile.]
I guess I had no reason to notice it until now.