If Cam had any regrets, anything she mourned about her time on the island, it was the loss of her hair. It was hard for some people to understand how she could complain about the adorable, fluffy cloud of brilliant red hair that hovered like clouds around her face. Everyone claimed it fit her personality so well, represented her beautifully, and why would she ever want to grow it out again? There were many pros, many cons, and all of it had her feeling just a little depressed overall about it.
Sitting in the living room one lazy afternoon when they'd been watching a movie, Cami couldn't help but eye the perfect profusion of blonde hair in front of her face. Without even asking she climbed over the back of the couch into the bathroom, coming back with a small container full of hair ties, clips, and a brush. Plucking pins like an expert from Maebe's hair she didn't say anything when the woman protested, turning her head to look forward.
Over and over, a hundred strokes, two hundred, Cami began to brush her sweetheart's hair until it shone. Slow strokes so that the brush didn't scrape against her scalp, didn't pull on even the most minor snarl, a spill of golden silk across her lap.
Eventually putting the brush aside and pulling out a small comb she separated the hair into sections, clipping it as she began to braid. It was soothing to work this way, soothing to feel the warmth and sleek healthy of Maebe's fantastic hair in her hands as she began to braid. By the time she was done there was a small crown of intricate braids of varying sides pinned against the back of Maebe's head. Bending down, lips touched the curve of the Moon hunter's neck, lingering.
"Thank you."
Nio Love
