❝ Pull my hair again and this is gonna get real awkward real fast. ❞ whoops~
MISC. ROMANTIC TENSION ✧ ACCEPTING ✧ ( @ircnbcrn )
“ How, exactly, do you expect me to work with your hair if you’re going to get flustered with every twist? ” His voice sounds… strained, quiet, but behind the soft tones there remains a sharp quality there that almost resembles the usual, characteristic scorn, even if he’s too tired to put up much more than a token struggle.“ You’re… fucking - UNBELIEVABLE. ”
And yet the tender way he continues to part, interlace and braid his sister’s hair, kneeling beside her on the couch, is singularly atypical of him. The why of his involvement continues to elude him - he realizes too late that he never bothered to ask her the latter - but he finds that the motions of weaving the strands together have come back to him easier than expected. A result of too many hours wasted as a teenager, he supposes, politely capitulating to Sansa’s demands and participating in all the incessant styling and grooming that such requests entailed.
Sansa and her young friends never VEXED him quite so much as Asha does now, however. She can’t be serious. can she? “ Hold still, ” he insists, feebly… not to make his task any simpler - those short dark tresses, so much like his own, aren’t too difficult (or altogether unpleasant) to work with, unlike their owner - but to keep her from seeing the blush rising to his cheeks. “ The less you squirm, the faster this goes by. ”

















