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∝╬══→ tw: mentions of death.
∝╬══→ y/h/c - your hair color
∝╬══→ y/f/s - your favorite snack
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LOCATION THE DREAM SMP.
YOU TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN, feeling relaxed by the scents of creamy vanilla candles scattered around the room emitting light clouds of smoke in order to evaporate. you made sure to keep your posture straight, sitting at the edge of your bed while you felt your hair being prepped. ghostking was currently sitting crossed legged behind you, letting out gentle breaths as he combed your wet hair after you got out of the shower.
his eyebrows were knitted in concentration, paying close attention to the way your y/h/c hair paced smoothly with the rhythm of the comb that created straight lines of fabricated locks. he was so tempted to reach out and feel how soft it was but then again, he knew his hand would go through it, the thought making him sigh. you sat patiently, staring out at nothing in particular within the comfortable silence that hung in the air. while being up in your thoughts, you admittedly liked the way king treated your hair. he often styled it for you and you usually went to him for hair treatment remedies, him always giving a concise, on-the-spot answer. not to mention he gives good head massages too.
the surprising thought of how he had that knowledge just hit you, making your shoulders move slightly. "hey king." you said, gaining his attention while he was still gently combing through your hair. "yes, y/n/n?" he replied timidly, clearly still focused on what he was doing but also trying to listen to your voice. "you've done this before haven't you?" you asked softly. "like you have experience with hair?" you heard king chuckle. "yeah of course. you just noticed?" he teased, making you quietly chuckle as well. "no but really. where'd you learn it from?" you felt him stop combing for a moment and lightly sigh before continuing.
"i had an older brother named santos [santos my beloved]. he was interested in cosmetology. used to do hair and makeup on me and my younger brother all the time." king chuckled a bit, reminiscing on good times as he had a small smile planted on his face. "i also got to practice on my mom. she had this thick set of red curly hair and always liked a specific style. it was very nice to brush." he rambled on, trailing off into a starstruck land of once happiness. you smiled to yourself, trying to picture his family as he continued describing his mother and his brother santos in detail. "your mom sounds beautiful." "mm. she sure was." king agreed. "what happened to them? they still around?" you asked. you felt king stop again, this time resting the comb in his lap and taking a moment to gather himself.
