"Could you play with my hair?"
A lazy, warm day in a kingdom of Gold. Zoisite was relishing it with a book in hand, lounging outside where the sun could shine on him and bring winter-hidden freckles to light.
Nephrite’s request was certainly an odd one, but not unwelcome. One thing he had come to learn while among the upper echelons that were the Shitennou was that those who had long hair often enjoyed it being played with. Could he blame them? It felt fantastic.
“I do not see why not.” Zoisite set his book down and removed his gloves. Slender fingers gently carded through chestnut curls, and he was reminded of the heroic ideal of his home. Tanned skin, dark curls, strong shoulders. Features he could never have but were all present in the man he now shared breathing space with. It was impossible not to be the faintest bit envious.
For now, though, he would play. Maybe that jealousy would die down.
