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sataiFeeling creative atm but my work break is almost over, so I'm posting this in the hopes of shaming myself into writing more later. Third time's the charm, maybe? Very disjointed. Characters are from a little verse I have with Max. Any suggestions for the bodyguard's name are very welcome.
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Bodyguard sighs and leans back into the chair. "Very well. If it will end this argument, you can do whatever you wish."
Finnian has to resist clapping his hands together in glee.
[...] He barely resists sinking his fingers into the
"Your hair is so soft," he says without thinking. He feels Bodyguard
Trying to play it off, he follows up: "For someone who bathes as infrequently as you do."
Bodyguard shrugs as best he can, in his half-reclined pose. "I tie it up most days. Oil it when I know I won't have access to water for washing. Even used to braid it once in a while, to keep the tangles out like you said, but I found keeping it tied up accomplished the same thing with less effort."
// If Bodyguard were a cat, Finnian thinks he would be purring right now. He even fancies he hears a low rumble coming from Bodyguard's chest.
//"Beautiful," says Finnian, but it comes out less sarcastic and far more earnest than he means it to. To his horror, he feels a sudden lump in his throat. He prays to be struck down.
Politely ignoring this outburst, Bodyguard appraises his reflection, tilting his head around to see the braids on the sides. He looks almost surprised. "You've a deft hand with this, my Lord."
"Would you expect anything else?" says Finnian, the lump dissolving as he reenters the more familiar territory of their banter.
Bodyguard accepts the small hand mirror Finnian offers him, and touches the intricate braids at the back of his head as he looks at them. "I always assumed your hair just... did that on its own," he says.
"You assumed correctly. Perhaps I'm just naturally talented, then."
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Bodyguard sighs and leans back into the chair. "Very well. If it will end this argument, you can do whatever you wish."
Finnian has to resist clapping his hands together in glee.
[...] He barely resists sinking his fingers into the
"Your hair is so soft," he says without thinking. He feels Bodyguard
Trying to play it off, he follows up: "For someone who bathes as infrequently as you do."
Bodyguard shrugs as best he can, in his half-reclined pose. "I tie it up most days. Oil it when I know I won't have access to water for washing. Even used to braid it once in a while, to keep the tangles out like you said, but I found keeping it tied up accomplished the same thing with less effort."
// If Bodyguard were a cat, Finnian thinks he would be purring right now. He even fancies he hears a low rumble coming from Bodyguard's chest.
//"Beautiful," says Finnian, but it comes out less sarcastic and far more earnest than he means it to. To his horror, he feels a sudden lump in his throat. He prays to be struck down.
Politely ignoring this outburst, Bodyguard appraises his reflection, tilting his head around to see the braids on the sides. He looks almost surprised. "You've a deft hand with this, my Lord."
"Would you expect anything else?" says Finnian, the lump dissolving as he reenters the more familiar territory of their banter.
Bodyguard accepts the small hand mirror Finnian offers him, and touches the intricate braids at the back of his head as he looks at them. "I always assumed your hair just... did that on its own," he says.
"You assumed correctly. Perhaps I'm just naturally talented, then."
