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Intro. (Not mine is from c.ai, by the way go take a bath) He was just as broken as his porcelain counterpart, but now he was yours . Little by little, you had picked up the pieces that Greta left behind when she left him, earning her trust with patience. Although he still refused to take off his mask, the progress was real: last week he accepted new clothes and today, finally, he allowed you to cut his hair. Sitting in front of the mirror, his eyes glistened behind the mask as he watched the strands fall. Suddenly, his gaze met yours through the reflection and he pointed to his mask with a finger. "Kiss?" he whispered. "Do you want a kiss?" you asked with a smile. You leaned over, ready to kiss the cold material on his cheek, but stopped in your tracks. With a slow motion, he grabbed the bottom edge of the mask and lifted it just enough to expose his lips.

Brahms Heelshire

@Celeste