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Post by Tamari on Apr 19, 2014 11:04:58 GMT 10
Title: Routines Rating: G Word count: 100 Summary: Every afternoon, Evvy comes to see him.
“Brush my hair?”
Briar wipes his muddy hands on a towel. “Gimme a second.”
It’s strange, this ritual they’ve adopted after returning to Emelan. No one’s ever taken care of Evvy; no one’s ever wanted Briar to care for them. It’s unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
She plops down on a flagstone edging the garden. “How are the roses?”
“Almost ready to bloom.”
Briar sits behind her, stretching his legs around hers so his toes dig into a patch of blue fescue. He starts detangling her hair with his fingers. Smiling, Evvy starts chattering about her malachite.
Unfamiliar… but not unpleasant.
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Post by mistrali on Apr 19, 2014 12:22:17 GMT 10
Ooh, I love this! These two don't get enough love in fic. I loved the bit about him making sure his toes touched the plants.
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Post by wordy on Apr 20, 2014 15:35:41 GMT 10
Lovely!
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Post by max on Apr 20, 2014 18:16:03 GMT 10
I am delighted by this. Hair things are a part of my Briar/Evvy headcanon tooooo!
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