❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ( kiki for vax! )
they have to grab moments of respite when they can. days where the pace isn't frantic, where they have the time to rest, even for an hour or two. and with all the shit holes they tend to occupy, a shady spot beneath a tree in a meadow is paradise. vax rests fully on his back, arms and legs starfished cutting space among the tall grasses, head in a druid's lap. and, of course, being in the grips of a druid, vax knows his hair is not safe from her playing.
and sure enough, he feels her fingers through his hair, gently fanning it out across her lap and deftly weaving druidcraft flowers into the dark, thick strands. he can't help but smile in his dreamlike state.
" having fun, keeks? am I going to be pretty after this? "