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@heartshocked​:   jade says nothing as he finishes the last bit of homework where he’s sitting at the desk, and he remains wordless as he moves to the bed where rielle is reading something. he’s tired, physically and mentally, and he does not bother asking permission when he works his way between rielle’s arms and legs to lie mostly atop him — head on his chest, arms around his waist. he takes a slow, deep breath, feeling himself finally relax. he shifts his head to get more comfortable but also as a silent request to play with his hair. “you’re comfortable,” he mumbles finally, eyes shut and a little smile pulling at his lips. his arms tighten around rielle’s middle, fingertips tracing lazy patterns into the back of his shirt.

as fascinating as this geology book is, rielle very quickly abandons his reading when jade collapses into his arms. the prince lets out a laugh, expression fond as jade wraps his arms around his waist. there’s a soft thud as rielle drops the book besides the bed so he can hold his boyfriend properly. 

jade makes a comment about him being comfortable & all rielle says is, ❛    & you’re heavy.    ❜  this sounds like it would be a complaint but the affectionate way it’s spoken along with the laugh that follows makes it clear that rielle likes this situation. jade is heavy but not heavy enough to be a bother. & even if he was it would still be welcome. jade is also very comfortable.

a hand makes its way into jade’s teal hair, fingers gently combing through it absentmindedly. jade needn’t make the request out loud, hell he didn’t even need to shift his head in front of him. it’s come to the point where rielle & jade just have...this unspoken understanding of each other. rielle’s never experienced something like this before. he wonders if he ever will again or if this is what having a soulmate is like. a soulmate...is jade his soulmate? maybe. probably. rielle hasn’t really thought about it that much. 

the prince lowers his head to press a kiss to jade’s crown, sighing comfortably as he begins to sink deeper into the mattress below him. ❛    i hope you don’t have any more work you need to do tonight because i’m feeling very comfortable like this & don’t think i’ll be letting you go without a fight.    ❜  he’s joking...well mostly. rielle definitely doesn’t want to let jade go but if his boyfriend actually needs to get up again he might consider freeing him...maybe. in any case rielle lets his eyes close, sighing again as the warmth in his chest & the warmth of jade lull him into a nice comfortable sleep.

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           Unbeknownst to both parties involved, Myles subconsciously loved long hair. Even as the mer took out their pins and shells and sea glass to let it cascade down, was a delighted little jump of mortal’s heart at the prospect that he’d be the one to once again style it. The way they tug at his own tiny braid makes him smile, nod of approval as sets down the tools.

          “When I’m finished with yours, you can redo mine to match, okay?” He’s learned to keep the braid in less the other scold him in that scary language of theirs, but he’s not sure if that’s how this works, so he’s doing his best with how happy they look that they’re even glowing outside of the water.

          First things first - brushing. His favorite part as he combs through their hair with gentle meticulousness, making sure there were no knots but also just because he liked it. Then he follows their directions in putting in the beads, the small ties with color and what they mean, lacing them through to create a simple design that he sheepishly checks to make sure it’s okay. A part of him recognizes that Mrj does not have other mer like themselves to do this with, so even if they did not expect him to be able to match their ways, he’d try his best just to make them feel accepted in a way they are familiar.

          So it takes a bit longer than it might have if he was anyone else, putting on beads and pearls and threads and sea glass, pinning it here and there and swatting away at their hands if they tried to interfere. He figures they will likely fix it themselves when he is not around to let him save face - or bark their critiques loudly once they have a chance to see, but for now, this is his show.

“There. Tell me what you think.”

@loyalbones​ from here.