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brizzy / 25 / any pronouns

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I GOT THE FUCKIGN JOB YALL!!!!!!!!

WYLL RAVENGARD

The Blade has a surprisingly gentle touch when it comes to the scalp. If you’re tender headed, have no fear. His fingers twist and hook around your locks, typically as you lay in bed, your head tucked against his arm and chest.

If you ask him to help you style your hair, he’s precise with the pin. Twists your hair, parts it with ease, tucking every strand in neat and tidy. He pulls a second one from between his lips, placing it exactly where you told him to.

Skilled in braiding, his plaits are tight and folded over with expertise. After a harsh battle, where your hair falls out of every one, Wyll is quick to clean you up at camp. Sits you up on a stool, stood behind you as he tends to every lock.

GALE DEKARIOS

Hair magic is, indeed, an underestimated art of the weave. Gale has mastered such skill, however. A soft purple glow dances around his wrists and fingers, extending from his palms as he whispers to you with conviction. Clypeus ab iniuria. You recognize his softly uttered words from old literature you’d read some time ago, the language tucked away in your mind and different from your typical spell casts. Shield from harm.

The wizard goes the extra mile for you, and insists on finding or purchasing you the most fine of brushes or combs or oils. He enchants them, special for you and what you need. Not just to look good, but feel it even more so.

ASTARION ANCUNIN

“You can’t possibly serious,” Astarion mumbles to you the first time you offer to trim his hair. Not ever had anyone offered the pale elf such a simple and intimate service. And he didn’t entrust his hair to many. You saw how insistent he was on brushing it every morning, with only the finest of styling tools.

You work through his soft and tousled, overgrown curls with a certain touch he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. Muscle memory causes him to twitch and flick his head away. “Watch the ears,” he’d often hiss below his breath. But.. then, he’d set his shoulders back and straighten up, allowing you to get right back to work.

He’d thank you, of course, with a kiss and his words. He just had to whine about it first.

SHADOWHEART

Everyone is well aware that Shadowheart is the most maintained of them all. She never fails to clean herself up, and makes sure that her lover is in the same respect. Cleanliness is next to godliness, something or other. You didn’t quite care, you just relished in the few and far between evenings spent in a warm bath. She sits against the back wall of the tub, your back to her chest.

Shadowheart ensures that every inch of your hair is lathered with soap, washing away every drop of blood and sin from the days prior. Her slender hands push wet tendrils over your shoulder, wiping away the soap so she can make way for a soft peck or two along your shoulders.

The cleric is also your best bet at clasping a particularly difficult necklace. You approach her with a silent expression of annoyance, and she’s apt to take the jewelry right from you. Your arms lift and you loop your hair around your hands to hold it up and away from your neck. She ghosts against your skin, brushing away a strand that had fallen stray from your grasp.

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

A little heat never hurt anybody! Karlach was able to curl your hair with a simple wrap around her red fingers. She giggles every time, as you already lay panting beside her. This routinely lulls you to sleep, her warm touch a sweet comfort as it rakes through the soft curls.

She’ll pinch the strands between her fingers and straighten them right out, just playing with your messed tresses. Her digits move to your roots and gently massage your scalp, running through and smoothing out each tangle.

LAE’ZEL

Where some are gentle, Lae’zel is a bit more tough on the tugs. She deftly twists and braids and places clips into your hair. “Tas’ki,” she sneers and pulls just a little bit tighter. Occasionally, she grabs the side of your head and fixes your neck to the position she needs. She often tells you no other creature in any of the planes bares a neck as limp as yours, but you know she means it well. Beauty is pain, is it not?

She finds specific beads for you. Searches for them in markets, weaving them into your hair. This isn’t something she’d pursue normally, nor naturally. No, the githyanki was not familiar to concepts such as gifts. However, they suit you well, and she’s one to try and influence you.