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Hair
His thoughts always strayed to his mother, at least his idea of her. He never got to meet the woman that gave him life and it saddened him. She must have been a strong woman, to be able to birth two babes in a night's time.
Was she smart?
Did she enjoy books as he did?
Or did she prefer to speak with her fists?
Did he have her nose and brows, or did his brother get her mouth and jaw.
He never remembered much from his younger days, but out of all that stuck with him was a voice. A soft, gentle voice, that he was sure was able to roar as loud as his brother when angered. Perhaps she did have a soft, gentle voice, but even softer was her hair.
While his was rough, thick and dark colored, hers had been soft, almost like silk and a soft golden color.
He sighed shaking his head, a sad smile appearing on his lips as his eyes closed, in thought. He knew better than to linger on these thoughts. As he walked back to Jorrvaskr, he could not help but curl his fingers slowly around an imaginary strand of hair.
His mother's hair.
AN: This feels unfinished and I quite like it that way. Obvious twin is obvious. Hope ya'll enjoyed!
Sorugao-Bandgeek