[ There's a yelp nearby, and Morgan turns to see a shifting in the crowd. While everyone else flows aside to avoid the yelper, he lets curiosity carry his feet until he's clear of the throng and at the source of the disruption. In that bubble of space, he finds Noire at his feet.
Her hair isn't white.
His eyes widen, fixed on that blonde color. The rest of her isn't as much a surprise, older though she is; it wasn't so long ago that a different Noire was giving him a shy goodbye hug, fond but still so distant. In comparison, the Noire in front of him seems as warm as the sun. Her familiar imperfections, scars and blemishes from hard times in a cruel land, only make her more radiant.
She looks exactly as he imagined she would. Pitched over and everything. The fluttering in his chest, the absurdity of this meeting, the sheer flood of love he still feels for this girl all bubble out as a short chuckle.
He bends and offers her his hand with an easy smile. ]
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Her hair isn't white.
His eyes widen, fixed on that blonde color. The rest of her isn't as much a surprise, older though she is; it wasn't so long ago that a different Noire was giving him a shy goodbye hug, fond but still so distant. In comparison, the Noire in front of him seems as warm as the sun. Her familiar imperfections, scars and blemishes from hard times in a cruel land, only make her more radiant.
She looks exactly as he imagined she would. Pitched over and everything. The fluttering in his chest, the absurdity of this meeting, the sheer flood of love he still feels for this girl all bubble out as a short chuckle.
He bends and offers her his hand with an easy smile. ]
Hey, stranger. It's been a while.