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impressions
him
If there were one word that describes Corrin, he would say that she's mysterious.
She had eyes as red as rubies, a rare color that he had never seen before, and ears that do not resemble a human. Her long hair was of the color of pure diamonds, sometimes a dazzling shade of pearl white that reminds him of snow that falls ever slowly during winter.
The first time they met was when she arrived at the castle as a captive, clad in armour of silver and ebony, a long navy blue coat fluttering behind her as she strode into the throne room with her head held high, her eyes determined, though he could see hints of fear in them. Her skin, so porcelain pale that he wondered if she had ever seen the sun, so different from the sun-kissed hue of his own skin and those of his siblings.
It was faint but if he were to stand near her, he could feel a lull of ancient magic radiating, permeating from her very being, intoxicating his senses, drawing him to her beyond his own will. It was magic unlike those of the court diviners nor healers. It was peculiar, strange, special,and at times, comforting.
She was, in a sense, the very embodiment of mystery.
her
To be very honest, if no one told her that Takumi was her younger brother, she would have mistook him for a lady of exceptional beauty.
Just looking at his perfectly straight hair makes her extremely jealous and oh, how she wished she could cut his hair off and stick it on her head instead. She had kept hers long, refusing to cut it whenever Jakob or Flora asked her to, because she likes the feel of her hair billowing around her, to have a curtain of hair that she could hide behind when she doesn't want anyone to see her face. But it was nothing like his. Unlike Takumi's, her mane is uncontrollable. Her hair had always been naturally curly, leading to serious cases of bad bed hair many times. Brushing didn't really help, especially when the ends of her hair were often tangled after a night's sleep. Even her retainers would have a hard time taming it in the morning.
His skin was flawless, a shade of gold underneath the Hoshidan sun, turning only slightly darker in the evening as shadows formed by castle lanterns danced across his face, basking him in a glow of honey and bronze. She, on the other hand, was far too pale, having been locked up in the Northern Fortress for almost her entire life. The sun never shines on Nohr and even if it did, she could only gaze and admire it through glass windows. Her porcelain skin was too sensitive, too delicate, that she turned red instead of getting sunburned when Kaze and Rinkah brought her to Hoshido.
She had always hated how the color of her skin betrays her emotions all too easily – rose pink when blushing, sickly green when she feels under the weather, stark white when she comes across something horrific. If she had lived in Hoshido, grew up in Hoshido, would her skin be of the same shade as his? Would she, then, be able to conceal her emotions better?
Takumi would make a really pretty girl, Corrin figures, though she thinks that it is a complete blasphemy to have a younger brother who's prettier than you.