Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

69: My Beloved

"Alcina, do you think you could give my hair a trim?" You ask, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body.

Alcina sits in her chair, eyes scanning scrolling words across the pages of her book. She lifts her eyes, peeking at you over the rim of her glasses.

"Darling, your hair has grown quite long and beautiful. Do you really want me to cut it?" She asks.

Alcina is fond of your long locks. They fall to the center of your back in slight waves, a silky stream of fiery strands. You scrunch your hair into a towel, wringing out the moisture from your hot bath.

"It's become a hassle to maintain. It gets tangled so easily. I almost have no choice but to tie it up all the time and it gives me headaches." You exclaim. "Plus, a change would be rather refreshing. Don't you think?"

"Go have a seat, darling." Alcina sweetly coos, snapping her book shut.

You toss the damp towel from your hair to the floor. Alcina hands you your robe as you finish drying yourself off. Securing it around your body, you give her a gentle kiss. She places her soft hand on the small of your back as she guides you to her vanity. You sit yourself in the plush chair, crossing your legs below you. Alcina gathers your hair, moving it to her reach. You hand her a soft bristled brush.

"Thank you, little bird." She hums with a warm smile.

You watch her in the mirror as she brushes through your hair, smoothing out the wet snarls. You admire the delicate care she takes with you, always sure to be gentle in the right situations. Her eyes meet yours in the reflection as she leans over and sets the brush back in it's place. Her not yet painted lips place a loving kiss on your cheek as she straightens herself out.

"Alright, my dear. Ready?" She questions, releasing a single claw from the tip of her finger.

"Are you not going to use sheers?" You asks with a puzzled glance.

"Don't be silly, draga mea." Alcina chuckles. "My claws can cut with much more precision than any blade created by a man-thing."

"Just don't knick me, I don't want to have to try to cover up any more scars than I already have." You tell her with a teasing grin.

"I'll do my best." She winks. "Hold still, dear."

Alcina sections your hair, pushing the strands that will later get her attention to the side. She creates light tension as the pulls it straight between two fingers. Satisfied with the decided length, she slices the bundle. Inches of your hair fall to the ground. She repeats this process until each individual strand measures the same. Content with the length, she continues to the next step. The softens the ends with small strokes of her claw, making it less blunt.

"Are you nervous for this evening?" You asks her, watching her focused expression as she works.

"Truthfully, a little." Alcina softly exclaims, slicing away at follicles of your hair. "I have big plans for this evening. Hopefully everything goes accordingly."

"Are you still keeping your secrets to yourself?" You question, hoping she'll finally share some information with you.

"Absolutely. A lady-"

"Never reveals her secrets." You finish her sentence with a knowing smirk.

"It's about time you caught on." Alcina teases.

Alcina's claw runs the length of your hair at a slight angle, creating soft layers. She moves around to the front of you, kneeling down. She fixes a few strands, evening them out. You can't help but adore the pouty face she makes when she's focused. She gives you a glance when she catches you staring at her. Her pouted lips curl into a smirk as she continues her work. She cuts fine layers that gently frame for face. Once she's done, her claw returns. She tucks your hair behind your ear before resting her palm to your cheek. Her light golden eyes twinkle at you as she admires her work. You give her a warm smile. Her expression is soft, loving. You've seen this look a few times before.