Xion had returned to his room and now Darius found himself staring at the reflection of his hair.
Darius traced a finger over the petals woven into his hair.
Xion had done his hair so carelessly, so naturally, as if his actions were just everyday things.
How amusing. How foolish.
And yet, Darius found himself unwilling to touch his hair. They were decorated with flowers. Not just one, but many, and of various different colors as well, but blue was prominent.
"Blue suits your hair." That was what the yawning Xion told him before trotting away.
Blue...
"I'm going back to my room. Noxian is alone," Xion had yawned again, rubbing his drowsy eyes as he forced himself upright. "Good night. Have a sweet dream… and don't forget to dream about me."
Xion smiled tiredly at the silent boy before giving a small wave.