@timidstrcngth sent in: [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear
Though the touch from the younger teen wasn’t exactly unwanted, it was unexpected enough for Wendy to pause in the middle of one of her “lessons” (which were really just rants where she tried to help Valerie grow a backbone). It’s certainly an odd thing to be touched by someone whose features mirrored her own, but she stops herself from jerking away—wouldn’t want to scare her or anything. Instead, she tilts her head to the side, blinking twice.
❝Do you want me to brush your hair?❞ It’s a strange offer, especially considering who she was now; this was something thirteen-year-old Wendy Darling would say, and she’s more of an edgy seventeen-year-old now. Still, it’s the only thing that popped into mind, especially given the disarray Valerie’s hair constantly seemed to have.