#incandia

[infernosis]

Long Hair Squad ft. Yang, Furū, and Odyssian! OTL i tried i really did ok

[hyacinthsgirl]

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

different ways to say ‘i love you’. || not accepting

     “OF ME?” It was so unusual for someone different from her brothers to bring her a gift. During the years spent roaming from a village to the other, from time to time Jean or Lawrence would disappear for a while and come back with an object in their hands. They never said where they had found it or how they had gotten it, and Chris had learned not to ask. Sometimes it was a flower, sometimes a piece of cake - oh, and once Jean had come back to the abandoned college which had temporarily become their shelter, and had put a finely decorated hair comb in her hair, saying she looked beautiful, a princess. She did not remember when she had lost it. It had been a pity, because she liked it a lot.

     Glen had been nice to the three siblings, yet Chris would have never expected him to give her a present. It did not mean she did not like it, though. Small, crimson eyes shone violently, excited curiosity replacing her previous surprise inside them. She looked down at the small package in Glen’s hands, then looked up at him and asked: “What is it? Can I open it now?”

[infernosis]

Δ

《Source / @incandia 》 - Δ = playing with their hair

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He was startled out of his deep concentration at the paperwork sprawled across the table when a hand playfully tangles in his hair. Glancing up and seeing Yang absent from his seat, Furū turns to regard the culprit, weary to not rip any stands of his hair in the process. He heaves a sigh. “Yang! Don’t tell me you’re bored already?! We’ve only been at this for a few hours.” Jutting an accusing hand toward the said paperwork he adds, “I appreciate the gesture, but the last thing I need is to fall asleep in the middle of a meeting. I don’t want a repeat of last time!” He didn’t want to explain, yet again, to Zenos why his meetings with Yang were potentially among the most unproductive. Though that part was better left unsaid, for his sake.

[hyacinthsgirl]

[ enough ] [ dry ] [ groom ] [ mORE baby chris pls ]

NON SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE || NOT ACCEPTING

[ DRY ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . [ GROOM ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their [ ENOUGH ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

     many servants were surprised by Glen’s decision of taking care of Chris himself. The other nobles in Sablier would be even more shocked if they came to know the powerful leader of the Baskerville household would spend his time going after a little Child of Misfortune and making sure she would go to bed clean and without any leaves in her head. A duty which got harder and harder as his body decayed further. However, it did not stop him. 

     Chris shut her mouth immediately when Glen told her to. She happily obeyed, considered that he was drying her hair and face with a towel, turning all her words into a muffled gibberish. It was nice to stay there even without talking. She would have more time later to tell him about her adventures in the enormous park of the manor and the games she had played there. Sometimes Jean joined her. Lawrence, instead, barely did nowadays. Being Glen’s successor and, currently, valet took most of his time away. She did not hate him for that. They would have other days to spend together. 

     The towel was removed from her face and Glen’s face was again in front of her. He let go of the towel and took a brush in his now free hand. Chris’s hair were long and tangled, but he had learned how to brush them without hurting her too much. She remained still, smiling, as the man took care of her. A brief, calming pause at the end of the day.

[hyacinthsgirl]

@incandia​

     “papa!” Of course she knew he was not her real father ( the one who had gladly abandoned her just because of eyes she had not asked for ), but that name still slipped past her lips when she addressed Glen from time to time. Once she had his attention, Chris showed him the butterfly in her her hands. “Look what I’ve found in the garden!”