No. [ long eyelashes lower as he combs his fingers through the man’s bangs before allowing them to fall back into place, ] Taking care of someone… is a way of possessing them, isn’t it? Brushing their hair, styling it how you like, and having them under your touch … [ he curls a lock around his finger, ] … it’s intimate. I guess most people would choose to be to rough in this game. But like this…
[ The lock unfurls; Genya allows it to slip away. He smiles faintly. ]
… I’m leaving my mark on you.
[ He smooths Sunday’s hair before taking a few sections to make a braid. His sister had always liked this; it’s a shame he doesn’t have a hairpin to tuck into it once he’s finished. It would be suitable on someone so pretty. ]
They say that if you take care of someone’s hair for them, you’ll have a fated affinity in the next life. I don’t know if that’s true—but it’s a nice thought.
[ He pats a hand on Sunday’s shoulder, satisfied that his hair is neatly combed and that the braid that now falls over his shoulder is tight enough to hold. ]
no subject
[ The lock unfurls; Genya allows it to slip away. He smiles faintly. ]
… I’m leaving my mark on you.
[ He smooths Sunday’s hair before taking a few sections to make a braid. His sister had always liked this; it’s a shame he doesn’t have a hairpin to tuck into it once he’s finished. It would be suitable on someone so pretty. ]
They say that if you take care of someone’s hair for them, you’ll have a fated affinity in the next life. I don’t know if that’s true—but it’s a nice thought.
[ He pats a hand on Sunday’s shoulder, satisfied that his hair is neatly combed and that the braid that now falls over his shoulder is tight enough to hold. ]
There.