Ashe's hair was so long now. He kept getting comments on it wherever he went. How beautiful it was, how fire-y it was. Anytime anyone mentioned perhaps it was time to cut it, he resisted. Getting showered in compliments every day, how could he do anything but? It was long and soft and perfect to cuddle up to. In the summer it might get a bit cumbersome, trying to tie it back, but in the winter it was like having an extra coat on. If it wasn't so much effort to even wash and brush it, he would attempt to style it. Elijah always seemed to enjoy messing with it. Just like he enjoyed messing with Elijah's hair. Maybe if he was ever less sleepy, Ashe thought to himself, he would take the time to brush and style it. Drifting off to sleep, he thought of all the ways he could arrange the waterfall of locks. He could braid it. There were so many ways he could do that. Slowly he was acquiring an array of accessories that he could put into his hair. Not that he. . ever managed to get them into it. It was just so much fun to think about the ways he could use them than it was to try and muscle them into his heavy hair. He needed more practice.
Maybe Elijah would let him practice some hairdressing on him? Slowly relaxing, cuddling with his friend, he dreamed he opened his mouth to ask about it. "Hey Elijah. . can I play with your hair?" The words slipped from his lips and Elijah was delighted. 'Of Course!' he said. And So Ashe got up and started messing around with his hair. Time slipped by faster than he expected and suddenly he was modeling a hairstyle that Ashe had come up with. Pins and sticks held his hair in place and everyone was clapping. It wasn't just his hair that they were complimenting. Hairstylists from all over were coming to him for advice. He was world famous. Doing celebrities hair, leaders hair, Elijah's hair. Everyone wanted him to style for them.
It got to where he couldn't go anywhere without someone approaching him. Wanting to know his secrets, wanting to know how he managed to pull off such lovely looks. Where his inspiration was from. Just as it was starting to become too much and the fans were beginning to overwhelm him he woke up.
The abrupt meeting of his face to the floor had knocked him back to consciousness. Bleary eyed he sat up and looked around. Elijah was still asleep on the bed and more than half the blankets had fallen to the floor alongside him. His hair was everywhere. Some of it was pulling against his scalp, trapped under Elijah. Eyes watering he pulled them free. He'd have to figure out something to stop that from happening. With how long it was it was becoming more and more of a problem.
With a yawn he got back onto the bed. Later though. He'd figure it out later.
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