@divinedaemonic asked: ā 81ļ¹ senderĀ helpsĀ receiverĀ style theirĀ hair . (For Ardyn)
Were he left to his own devices, Ardyn doubted he would have bothered even trying to brush his hair. It was a ratty mess of knots and tangles; his immortality might have meant he would stay alive, but his time spent chained up, followed by the weeks - months? - of just sleep afterward had ensured his hair was a complete mess.
The easiest way to deal with it really would have just been to shave it off, but he found himself admittedly balking at going that far, even if he found he no longer cared how he appeared. But trying to even attempt to detangle and brush it out felt like an equally impossible task.
"You do not need to do this." Words said before he sighed - softly, at least - at Verstael's offer to at least attempt to fix his hair. There was a slight twinge of humiliation that came with it, but the strongest feeling was just how absurd the situation was. The man, according to his own words, was a brilliant scientist working to save his country. Did he not have anything better to do with his time?
