non-sexual acts of dominance meme
{ ❀ } “You are very kind to do this for me…”
Moonish cataracts vanish behind closed eyelids as Ane tips her chin up, letting the length of her dark hair cascade elegantly down her back. Relaxing in the shallows has always been a great love of hers; even from the time she was but a wee tot rambling through her village, she spent hour upon hour sitting in the surf as it chased the shoreline. It was the sound of the sea that kept her company during her lonely childhood, and sand and seaweed both clung to her with arms ever ready to embrace.
Today sees that child a woman grown and enjoying a lazy afternoon on the Steppe with a friend, and Ane sits very still and allows Eriyen to help dry her hair. It falls in waves and playful curls about her shoulders, an ebony ocean with shimmers of silver sea foam.
“I would like to do the same for you,” she offers gently, the smile clear in her voice even while she faces away from her companion. Her long hair is something she takes great pride in, less for vanity’s sake and more for what it means to her, a personal journey measured out in cuts and weights – a culture lost, a lifetime of punishment, and a final moment of forgiveness that gave her leave to grow it out once more. It only makes sense to want to help care for another’s hair in the same way.
