Ruffle.
Send me "Ruffle" For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.
For the utmost time, fingers passed through her hair, mussing flaxen tresses. Sighing heavily, her hand dropped to the stone step beneath her, bracing herself against the perch. The cold air bit at her skin, helping her clear her mind from everything that was going on. Henry was fast asleep upstairs in his room and she was still trying to figure out how she was going to explain everything--or at least come up with some cover to keep him in the dark for as long as needed.
Just a few days ago everything was so easy. She was happy, Henry was happy--more importantly, they were safe. A part of her wanted to go back to that time, even if it was just a lie; if not for her sake, then for Henry's. At the same time, however, it wasn't like she could just leave her family to deal with whatever new foe they were facing. She was the Savior; like it or not, this was her problem to fix--
--it always will be. Heroes don't get moments; she already had her time of peace.
Hearing the door open, she twisted around, looking up. Seeing David, her eyes dropped before offering a small, half-hearted smile. "Couldn't sleep?" She asked, scooting over to the side more to give him more room. "Yeah, me too. I was just thinking--what are we going to do about Henry? I can't--.... " her words lingered, her chest growing tight. It felt strange to be so open about her troubles, but this was David--Charming, her father. The feeling of fingers passing through her hair sent a small jolt through her, eyes flitting up to him in a rare moment of vulnerability.
Swallowing, she let out small sigh, leaning heavily against him. It was easier to accept comfort than fight against it.
"You're right, we'll figure something out."
