🍁 play with my muse’s hair + 💌 pillow my muse’s head in your lap  || * nonverbal starters

‘Perhaps your right...maybe I just need to rest for a moment..’

Seimei uttered these words, and before he knew it he’d found himself resting his head in Ichimokuren’s lap. His long white hair no longer bound by hat or tie, it was free to cascade down his shoulders and subsequently the Wind God’s fingers. Like strands of silk, Seimei’s hair was soft to the touch; almost unnaturally so. 

He placed his hands onto his stomach and folded them together as Ren continued to run his fingers through his snow white hair.  This was something that Seimei didn’t realize he needed until this very moment. To be in the quiet and the calm...with someone that he trusted.