“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.” pleeease?? (I hope u are doing ok fam, stay strong
this is...my favoritest one yet
Fresh out of the shower, the Slayer seems like an entirely different person. No blood spatters, no dirt or grime on his body. He seems...brighter, for Vega’s lack of words.
Handsome is another.
His hair is ruffled and askew from the washing. Locks of it flit in every little direction, likely from the thorough drying it underwent.
Oh, how Vega longs to run his fingers through it. Just an affectionate little gesture. But he does not know how the Slayer would react.
The Slayer plops down into his chair with a book, Inky soon crawling up into his lap to nap. One hand idly strokes the side of her head, making her lean into the touch. From his distance, Vega can still hear the purring that starts up.
He pads over, feigning interest in something at the console. As he walks by, he simply cannot resist ruffling the Slayer’s now-fluffy and dried hair.
So, he does.
Just a quick skim through the thicker parts on the top of his head as he passes by. He expects the Slayer to duck out of the touch shyly or to swat his hand away playfully.
He does not expect the Slayer to positively lean into the touch.
Vega gawks at it. He continues running his hand through the Slayer’s hair in the same manner he would run his fingers through Inky’s fur. The Slayer keeps leaning into the touch, eyes narrowing contentedly.
“Your hair is really soft after you wash it,” Vega comments.
The Slayer only responds in a vacant hum at his words, too focused on the touch.
Vega chuckles at his actions. The mighty Doom Slayer, the Hellwalker, the Crusader, leaning into someone ruffling his hair in the exact same manner his own cat does.
It’s almost heady, the power he has now. It makes him hum happily.
