ブシダ アフミア | @kwngo
he sits up, letting out a quiet yawn, his arms stretching into the air and a small noise slipping between thin lips. he’d heard people speak of this — the after — as the best part. but to him, it’d always just been more of an act. he found he tended to feel rather empty at the end and he had little interest in holding any sort of conversation. with most he’d slip out and away as soon as an opportunity made itself known. but things were more complex with ahmya, so he fell easily into the mask that had become a second skin.
he looks over to her, studying her back and eyes trailing across the chestnut locks that spilled out around her. wordlessly, he gently reaches out, and runs his finger through her hair, parting it into three simple sections. ❛ it must take ages to take care of all this, ❜ he mummers, beginning to braid it together with ease. a thought crosses his mind and he pauses for only a moment, ❛ will you be staying the night again ? ❜
‘ ∗ 11﹕ dazai runs his fingers through ahmya’s hair . ’ + accepting