☮ or ♋ =3
☮ stroking/ruffling hair
They were lounging together in his quarters, Harlock with a book in hand as he leaned against her body as she sat behind him, the headboard and numerous pillows giving the pair soft and plush support. But she didn’t care to read either, or to doze off as he occupied himself. Nope, how could she when his glorious, thick head of hair was resting so nicely against her?
“I love your hair,” Skye said as her voice swooned; fingers stroking, pulling, caressing Harlock’s hair every which way.
She leaned forward and pressed her face into the soft strands, feeling their thickness against her nose and skin. It wasn’t fair how nice his hair was, given how he probably did nothing to maintain it! But it didn’t matter now, did it? Now that she could rub herself all over it whenever she wanted, hah!









