The prompt was hair buns, so then I spiraled and now we have ava urging beatrice to close her eyes cuz
"you'd look cute with twin space buns," Ava smiles.
Beatrice grumbles and begrudgingly sits at on the floor resting her back against the couch. She closes her eyes hoping that'll stop Ava from sensing the corners of her lips curl.
Ava doesn't quite unfurl her low bun yet, she smooths her hands over her hair nails scratching lightly against her scalp. She takes her time pressing her fingers into Beatrice's hair and it's hypnotic.
Beatrice doesn't want to dwell how it feels like Ava is pressing against her, urging her existence to rub off on her. Like Ava's afraid there would be no trace of her (ever) tomorrow. It feels too raw, too tender for her to speak out loud.
Eventually Ava stops carding through her hair and divides it into sections. She feels her sweep her hands against her neck and it's nice, really nice. It makes her want to cry, and Beatrice is not sure she could stop if she did. She can feel Ava start to tie a section off and she's sure Ava has never tied a bun before.
She's sure she's never tied anyone's hair before. Beatrice clenches her teeth and sits. She's content to be her first, she's content to wait until Ava has it figured out.
(Later when she's done, Beatrice will laugh seeing two bushes sticking out of her head, asking, "what makes them space buns?"
"a secret!" Ava will wink a smile gracing her lips. )
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