@sansorth said: [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair / accepting.
she stills underneath the gentleness of the action, the careful tugs & knots being tied / untied / tied again. golden irises rise underneath the eyebrows of her downturned head, to catch a glimpse of the girl in the mirror, a portrait of focus & determination painted in a blazing shade of red. ( when was the last time she handled with such care ? )
technique was less efficient compared to any handmaiden’s: time - consuming & inexperienced but she did not mind. there was a certain fragility in it which was altogether endearing. the smile on elia’s face could not stay hidden in the corner of her mouth anymore & seeped into her voice.
a fond memory resurfaced in her mind: ❝ when I was young I always wished for a sister, but as the gods would have it, I only had two brothers. I had to make do with what I was granted, so I would braid my brother oberyn’s hair. it always surprised everyone how a troublemaker like him would never object to it & that was my favourite way to spend time with him. ❞ she paused for a moment, lost in the sound of innocent giggles from the past that she had started to cling to desperately. a wistful sigh leaves her. how simple, easy, untwisted & untarnished their childhood was.
the corner of her eye twitched momentarily & elia snapped back to reality, taking a deep breath in & raising her gaze to meet the girl’s reflection in the mirror. ❝ you have a sister, don’t you ? ❞
