Brushing hair out of mine’s face + konofang. ( don't judge me bambi )
platonic touch | accepting
Quiet moments are her favorite; free of obligation and worry. Such are a rarity nowadays, and so she treasures them dearly. Time spent with a friend is even more precious; no matter how far life takes her there will always be the fierce fondness for her team. It is a bond that she never wishes to lose, and feels safe in the fact that it never will unravel. Not as long as she can help it.Â
So it is more comfortable and natural than anything to curl against Kiba’s side, lazy and half-asleep. Warmth along her spine and side eases the slight winter chill, slight movements of his chest with every breath a distraction that she regards fondly. Foolishly, she’d chosen to curl her legs beneath her and now she hasn’t the energy to move. Even if they are falling asleep, she’d be damned to give up her spot burrowed against Kiba.Â
Her head nods even as she turns the page of her novel, finger smoothing down the dog-eared edges. It’s one of her favorites, and well-worn. The leather is pale from repeated handling and it fits warm and familiar in her hand. Soft tones are a low murmur as she reads aloud, smiling at the parts that never fail to amuse.Â
She doesn’t feel self-conscious when she pitches her voice high to resemble that of a mischievous spirit, or switches to the low grumble of a mountain-oni.Â
A yawn interrupts her, traitorous and low. Futilely, she tries to mute the noise with a raised hand, palm covering her mouth before brushing once again at hair that refuses to stay behind her ear. Always, always she forgets to bring pins and bobs to tie it up. After all these years she still isn’t used to accommodating its length, apparently.Â
Helpful hands, large and calloused as her own, take over the duty of pulling back her hair to a low draw at the nape of her neck. She swears she feels his breath against the shell of a delicate ear, against her jaw, before he rumbles out a chuckle.Â
❛  Th-thank you, Kiba.  ❜ Embarrassment stops her from turning to face him, instead opting to study the words upon pages as a blush spreads across her cheeks tellingly. ❛  Do you have anything to tie it up with ? ❜ He has always been so helpful in that way, especially of late.  Â
