Blue Hair, sparkling like a painted ocean

Description

She carelessly swiped at her face, trying to push the blue strands of hair tickling her nose away. It took a few tries but she managed to free her nose and open her eyes, her sight still blurred from sleep. Her eyes focused on the fresh painting lying in the middle of the room.

The eyes.

They felt so incredibly familiar.

Foreword

Soft Wheesa fluff because I'm already missing Wheein's blue hair

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