salaciousseraph
“Either you are not a local wight or things have changed a lot while I was hibernating...”

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salaciousseraph
“Either you are not a local wight or things have changed a lot while I was hibernating...”
ÂĄ, go kiss salaciousseraph
“Sorry about this-” Neptune says, before pulling the other closer and gives him a quick kiss.
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; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.
She blinked in surprise before carefully moving away from Andras' hands. She liked Andras, truly, but that didn't necessarily mean she trusted him. And that felt too intimate for Adelheid's comfort.
"Though I appreciate the attempt, I'd rather you didn't," Adelheid said, though not unkindly. "I tend to keep my hair to myself, most times."
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Did I ever say that I did?" He grins widely.
salaciousseraph
   Carney frowned a moment, perching behind the winged man and running his fingers through his hair. "It just be bonkers.. You keep it so nice and prim, and ya can't even see the bloody thing.." He muttered, running his hands down the length of his hair once again.
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nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to♚:Head scratches♧:Your muse playing with their hair
   It was always lazy, when he was with Andras. He would convince the winged man to lay on his chest and doze in the sun together, and though he was rlucant at first, he gave into the whining of the Fir Darrig.   And there they sat, in easy silence. Carney’s hand was resting atop of silky white hair, scratching his scalp absently and smoothing down any stray strands.   ”You should let me braid yer hair someday..” He mumbled, his voice rumbling through his chest. “I can braid really pretty.. Yer hair would be so pretty braided..”