@htsdfferent / for Anna.
"Hold still for just a little longer, alright?"
Anna hasn't moved an inch the entire time, but Josie still feels the need to tell her. After all, she's almost done. Delicate fingers gently pull at long red hair, wrapping the strands around one another as she forms a braid down the back of the angel's head. Finally. She ties the bottom of the braid, and then — for good measure... She sticks a couple flowers she had plucked outside earlier into the strands.
"Okay. Done."
With a huge grin, Josie picks the mirror up and hands it to Anna.
"Here. You'll get a better look if you stand up and turn your back to the big mirror." Gently, she squeezes Anna's shoulders, encouraging her to stand up.
"And you have to be honest and tell me if you don't like it, okay?"
she is as still as a statue. barely breathing in this body she inhabits. she is careful not to tilt her head, or to lift her shoulders -- she does not want to disturb the other’s pristine work, as she weaves her fingers between locks of hair.
“okay.” her voice is soft, as anna keeps her eyes fixed upon the wall in front of her. it’s a monotonous wall -- similar to those she’s seen repeatedly throughout different motels. but josie’s presence always seems to liven the room enough to forgive the meager decor.
brows lift slightly as a mirror comes into view. hands lift to take from the other’s, as she shifts her eyes to meet josie’s features in the mirror. her smile causes anna’s lips to twitch into a soft smile of her own. she follows josie’s words, her soft encouragement to stand, as she turns enough to see the braid between the two mirrors. her smile only grows as she takes in the weaving upon her hair. eyes travel from the mirror to josie.
“it’s lovely, thank you.” one hand lifts to touch softly against her hair, pulling the braid over her shoulder. “i’ve only had one other person braid my hair before.”
Josie practically squeals with delight at Anna’s reaction to her handiwork. Seeing the angel smile — and being the cause of it — was a daily goal of hers, whenever she could manage it. (And she usually could.)
“I’m so glad you like it!” She lets out a giggle, gathering the flowers she didn’t use for Anna’s hair into her hands. She looks around before picking up a thin hair elastic and gently tying the stems together.
“Who’s braided your hair before?” She queries curiously, whilst handing Anna the small makeshift bouquet. “Another angel?”
Josie tries to spare Anna from too many questions at a time, as she is well-aware her brother has made it a hobby of his.
