#soaves

[spiicegrl]

brushing her hair / for baby twish

the fluffening ( x )

To say that this was becoming Trish’s favourite part of the day was a bit of an understatement. She always brushed her hair herself – she was a ‘big girl’ now, after all, at nine years old. That’s what she said, anyway. Her little legs kicked excitedly in the space over the edge of the seat, being as she was too small to have them settle still on the floor.

Absentmindedly, Trish patted her knees to some tune she might’ve heard on the radio once Doppio said it was okay for her to listen to, though she didn’t know how to set it up for herself, and just let Tiziano or Squalo sort through the stations. She even rocked her head side to side along to it – only stopping when his brushing motions came to a pause.

Right, he couldn’t brush her hair if she was moving too much. She stilled herself once again.

“One day I want it .. as long as Doppio’s hair!” she chatted idly. “I.. I wanna put it up in a ponytail too! Do you think you could show me how, Tizi?”

Speaking of ponytails got her to pause for a moment, and not waiting for an answer from her nanny bodyguard, she wiggled off of the seat, expertly dodging the comb without getting her hair tugged and padding over to one of her dresser drawers. Pushing aside plush toys, Trish dug through it until she pulled out lengths of black ribbon.

“I want it up!” she clarified when she returned to her seat, shoving the ribbons towards him. “ – Can you put it up? With a cute bow!!”

[spiicegrl]

♡ + tiziano

word headcanons ( x )

For the longest time, Trish honestly thought Tiziano lacked a stand. She didn’t think it was a bad thing, or thought he was weak – after all, Pericolo was also one she knew did not have a stand yet was very important to her father, so Doppio told.

There just wasn’t anything that was perceptible to her ( at the time, a ten year-old child ) that screamed ‘stand-user.’ She was only just getting used to the fact they existed, because she could project her softening power even though Spice Girl couldn’t form yet, and naturally they had to explain to Trish the purpose of Clash and what it actually was.

He was generally soft-spoken, to her, he never felt as though he exuded the typical energy she felt from Squalo since Clash was always out, and Trish could very easily lose sight of him if he entered a crowd and left her behind. He blended in perfectly with the every-man.

It was only until it had to be explained to her about Stands in-depth did she really piece the puzzle together that Tiziano, was in fact, a stand user, and asked (read: demanded) to see his stand.

Given the fact the only thing Trish knew of it was Tiziano’s bare bones explanation, she actually found the little squid-like creature of Talking Head quite adorable and would talk to it. She found it to be a much more cheeky or mischievous Tiziano, which, made sense.

Sometimes when she was bored, Trish would sit by the fishbowl and talk to Clash and Talking Head if the latter stand was within the shark’s mouth, and somewhat ‘confide’ in them things that she wouldn’t tell Squalo or Tiziano to their faces. Typically innocent things, as there were not many secrets that a kid essentially locked to the house could really keep. She didn’t think the users could hear her through their Stands.

As a side note, Trish had a very clear favourtism for Tiziano over Squalo, though she does grow to like and care for the latter as much as the former. Their tenure as her guards allowed her to pick up things, such as thinking for herself / alternative solutions or simply how to throw a good punch.