Symbol Prompt Here. 🎀 : Your muse brushes my muse’s hair.
For anyone else this might have been an odd request, but Kai definitely didn’t mind. Growing up as a single child solely raised by his mother, he wouldn’t have had this experience before unless it was for her. As he had gotten older the roles were beginning to reverse, he was taking care of her instead of her taking care of him. Although she wasn’t too frail, too old to do certain things on her own, this was his best way to show his gratitude for everything she did for the two of them. Kai couldn’t imagine taking the world on her shoulders as she did, and he definitely knew he wasn’t the easiest child or teenager to take care of.
So, he was no stranger to combing hair on women or even doing simple styles(but no, he was no professional). Some men were awkward with it, and he couldn’t blame them, after all if you hadn’t had a sister, girlfriend, or mother to take care of it would be an entirely new thing.
Kai is propped behind her in a chair, lower lip tucked between his teeth in careful focus as he carefully smooths the comb from the top of her head and to the bottom. By now, it was soft and silky. He was almost proud.
“Mija, has anyone told you that you have..” He pauses for a moment, his slender fingers now combing effortlessly through long, dark locks. “You have beautiful hair.” A soft laugh follows suit of his words, not caring if he sounded more feminine than he ever has before. He was quite frankly enjoying himself.
“Hopefully that wasn’t too painful.” He murmurs, his finger snagging on a spot that he is quick to brush the comb through.