Guzma jolts awake in a swath of sweat to
find Plumeria squeezing his hand.
It’s dark, but he can still discern the
familiar shape of her face swimming amongst the stilled shadows. Her hair has
been let down, waterfalling over her shoulders in whorls of pink and yellow to
frame high cheekbones. She sits beside him over the blankets, her brow crinkled
in pointed concern, and for a moment in the last gasps of the steeping haze
that was his nightmare, she looks like someone he’d rather not see.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, mellow,
considerate, and nothing at all like Lusamine’s. “You okay?”
More expressions n stuff. I just noticed his head’s kinda shaped like a squash. ….Neat.
Other notes: his hair kinda comes out into little points in the back kinda like crab!Tamatoa’s neck spikes. The hair on top is always a mess because he wears that gaudy helmet all the time. Human!Tamatoa, squash-head aside, is also 1000% NECK. Also he purses his lips when he’s thinking.