This Is Not (just) About Hair

"Ya hair's growin' out, Kal," Zeb said.

Alexsandr smiled, shutting his eyes against the sun of Yavin IV and leaning into Zeb's hand.

"Aye, probably," he replied.

But he knew he would not trim it. He had no need to anymore. It tickled the back of his neck as Zeb slowly tucked it away from his face, and Alexsandr drank in the touch. He would never cut his hair, if it meant Zeb spending longer and longer carefully untangling it. If it meant a reminder that he was here on Yavin IV, with the rebels. With Zeb.

"You want a trim?" Zeb asked.

Alexsandr squinted up at him, the sun eclipsing his lover and setting his fur alight.

"No," Alexsandr answered. "I think I might let it grow."

Zeb smiled and ran his fingers through it again.

"It suits you."

Hello I bring you more Kallus art

@cameoliob reminded me to draw more Kallus (and Zeb) and also made me think about Kal growing his hair out (and the metaphor of it) with this post

CHECK OUT HER ART!!! ITS VERY GOOD!!

Enjoy this silly excerpt and drawing that is, for once, just fluff

And probably look for more angst in the future <3