Like before, Carver starts at the bottom and works his way up. Careful of any tangles, to make sure it doesn’t pinch or snag as he works Rosita’s hair smooth. It’s a methodical process and he falls into it easily, readily.
It means something, he knows, that Rosita trusts him at her back. No matter what else is between them, that hasn’t changed.
“I had it long when I was younger. Not as long as yours, but down my back. Cut it off for a long time when I was enlisted.”
For obvious reasons. And then he grew it out because there hadn’t been any reason not to by the end.
“Leah’d cut it sometimes.” He huffs a little. “She wasn’t great at it. I bet yours’d look nice with flowers in it.”
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Date: 2023-09-28 06:08 pm (UTC)From:It means something, he knows, that Rosita trusts him at her back. No matter what else is between them, that hasn’t changed.
“I had it long when I was younger. Not as long as yours, but down my back. Cut it off for a long time when I was enlisted.”
For obvious reasons. And then he grew it out because there hadn’t been any reason not to by the end.
“Leah’d cut it sometimes.” He huffs a little. “She wasn’t great at it. I bet yours’d look nice with flowers in it.”