for the prompt thing: hairstyling!! :)
It was calm. Quiet even, which was a rarity with the girls. They were all gathered in the living room, the low drone of the TV providing soft background noise. Mira was sat on the couch with Rumi on the floor between her legs. Zoey was lounging on the couch with her head butting up against Mira's thigh. None of them spoke, but the silence wasn't heavy.
Mira gently ran her fingers through Rumi's hair before grabbing the brush sitting next to her. As she started brushing her hair out, Rumi sighed softly, her eyes slipping shut. It wasn't an uncommon sight, Mira braiding Rumi's hair. It was one of the few moments they all got together that wasn't spent moving and talking.
Rumi's patterns glowed softly, with pastel pink shimmering for a moment as Mira's hand brushed the back of her neck, gathering her hair into her hands to begin braiding it. Zoey reached out lazily, resting her hand on Rumi's shoulder. Her thumb gently traced the contour of one of her patterns, watching as it shimmered under her touch briefly.
Rumi brought her hand up, covering Zoey's hand and giving it a soft squeeze. They both smiled, and Mira shook her head fondly as her fingers worked dexterously through her hair.
Several minutes later, Mira finally finished braiding Rumi's hair, letting her hands fall to her shoulders. When she tilted her head back to look up at her, Mira tucked one of the stray pieces of hair behind her ear before leaning in and pressing a short, soft kiss to her lips.
Rumi's patterns flared pink across her face, a soft, lovestruck smile gracing her lips after Mira pulled away. Gods, she loved her girls. Zoey let out a quiet huff, pursing her lip as she looked up at Mira, who laughed silently before leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to Zoey's lips.
Eventually, they would need to get up, go do their own things, but for now, it was just them, existing in their own little bubble.
