Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for prfic100. Theme: #40, Green
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All Xybrians had green hair. There were different hues of green: his father's was so dark that Trip was reminded of him whenever he saw tree leaves; his mother's was so pale that at certain angles it looked almost white. Some members of the younger generation had taken to dyeing their hair, but Trip had never seen the appeal behind it (and even if he had, there was no way he could have gotten away with it-- even after a lifetime of displeasing his mother, he knew that there were some things a son of a village leader simply did not do). Green hair was normal. Boring, almost.So that was why he couldn't quite understand why Katie was suddenly so preoccupied with it.
She combed her hands through it, fingers brushing against his scalp, commenting that she had yet to see a shade of green that matched his. And while he didn't mind the attention (far from it), he wondered why she seemed so fixated on something that, for him, was mundane at best.
But then he felt a kiss in his hair, and he decided that maybe now wasn't the time for wondering.