[ braid ] to ultear from sora ~
nonverbal meme / no longer accepting
the fact of the matter was simple: being a fugitive was not easy. ultear had lived a life that granted her many different lifestyles so she felt it was easier for her rather than others to compare and contrast. it had been quite some time since the time witch herself had applied any makeup on her face. it was very impractical no matter how calming it was to sit in front of a vanity and go through the rituals. however, over time, she had found newer, much more practical rituals.
and doing hair was one of them.Ā
first, it was her own hair. and then, when meredy returned came along, it was when she allowed, doing meredyās. and now well. there were more members which meant more hair maintenance and it said something, ultear wasnāt sure what, that sorano allowed ultear to do her hair.Ā
ultear was not privy to the past of all of the oracion seis members, she had vague ideas that told horrifying tales and that was about it. but then again, vagueness with a hint of horror was just about what anyone would gleam by just looking at the group of them altogether. no one chose to be a fugitive, a vigilante, a criminal: truly the word differed on point of view. all the labels personally fit ultear and she was probably the best as shouldering those sorts of weights.
soranoās hair was surprisingly soft all things considered and luckily for them both, easy to handle. the fire crackled in the background and soft conversation flowed into dusk as ultear quietly worked. going back and forth between the strands with a focus she held for any important task and this was a task of upmost import for the moment. maybe it was trust. maybe sorano was just being lazy and ultear was reading too much into it. (she did have a terrible habit of overthinking) but the motivesāfor onceādidnāt matter.
with one of her own ribbons (they didnāt have much hair supplies to go around) ultear tied the fine, white strands together. she was happy she saved one of her purple ones because her white ones would be hidden and the color complimented the otherās hair quite well.
a soft smile graced her face as she sighed happily. ultear would always be the type to take pride in a job well done.
āall done.ā














