The Encounter Table Oneshots

Tilted Crown

Clarissa x Preston x TeT Group: 

This takes place after and during episode 23 (altering it a lil myself), things to note if you haven't listened already; Preston and Clarissa have changed their appearance. So if you don't fuckkking know like a nerd, go give them a fuuuuckin listen buddy. (also adding in previous oneshot shit because I can)
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When Preston stuttered when he asked her to cut his hair, a smile twitched on the side of her mouth before she nodded her head, of course she would do it, this was different from the dance with Preston awhile back, Preston wasn't stuttering back then and it was something else to look at for a change. When she finished his hair she felt proud of herself, no chunks of hair were forgotten and was the same length, a proud piece of work. Preston smiled at her when he noticed her in the reflection of the war hammer, her new look was something to get used too, he was used to the dyed platinum, now he was staring at the void color of black hair, her eyes seemed to be distant, and his smile faltered. 

'I'm so sorry,' he thought to himself, she wasn't even looking directly at his reflective eyes, she was off in her own thoughts, he set down the war hammer and turned around to look directly at her, "thank you," he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder her black locks brushing the tips of his fingers before he dropped his hand. 

"Oh, yeah, of course," Clarissa's voice drew back and she gave a false smile, one filled with an emotion of realness, none of this was okay and he knew that. 

"Can I ask for another favor?" Preston asked. 

"Sure" 

"Can you tie it back?" When Clarissa nodded again, her dominant hand reaching for a hair tie around her wrist before she using a spinning motion and looked at Preston with gentleness. 'got you' he thought as he spun on his heel and sat back down, at first the feeling was startling, her white nails raking through his hanging curls before his head went tugging backward following the motion before his back hit Clarissa's hips to which Preston straightened up and tensed up with awareness that he had relaxed, "sorry." 

Clarissa looked down at the top of Preston's head and tilted her head with a bit of confusion before she let out a gentle chuckle or realization, but she ignored it, her nanny used to tie her hair back growing up, so she understood the motion, once again she raked her fingers through his hair. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Clarissa ran her fingers over his freshly shaven undercut causing him to shiver against the touch, something Clarissa didn't understand as she just wanted to move his hair higher up to show the entire masterpiece she accomplished. 

Four. 

With all his curls gathered, Clarissa tied his hair back and smiled softly, "sorry" she said before stepping back and once again Preston lifted the war hammer and looked at his reflection before noticing her. Standing up once again Preston stepped closer to Clarissa, this time, for the first time, she didn't step back when he approached her, instead, her eyes followed his movement until he was standing directly in front of her, and she had to look into his eyes. 

"Yes?" she asked with a sort of stubbornness slipping across her tone. 

"Thank you, Clarissa," he said as he bent down ever so slightly and kissed the side of her cheek before heading up to the Harriet Mongoose.