Solangelo Stuff

Hair

Will smiled as he moved to sit behind his boyfriend, hairbrush in hand and a variety of hair bands on his arm. He was planning to cut the shaggy mess of black hair, but there were a lot of things to be done before the shaggy mess was prepared. For example, washing.

Will set the hairbrush down on the edge of the sink, feeling the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or cold. Satisfied, he put a hand on Nico's forehead go get him to lean back. The younger boy obliged, crossing his eyes to look up at the blond. Will chuckled, starting to wet the tangled up hair.

Once Nico had closed his eyes to keep the soap out of them, Will made a face. The sink was a nasty brown color, as were his hands, and there was enough dirt under his fingernails to plant a garden. And the tangles. Will was positive that Nico hadn't washed his hair since he was ten. Still, Will was a caring boyfriend, and he cared that his lover got a haircut. He washed out the shampoo, made sure all of the suds were gone, before replacing it with conditioner. Once that was gone, he squeezed out the water and motioned Nico back into the main room.

With the hairbrush back in place, Will put a gentle hand on Nico's shoulder and pulled the brush through. He couldn't help but marvel at how long it actually was, almost to the middle of his back. Smiling, he continued to brush out the deep black strands of hair. He noticed that Nico was struggling to keep his eyes open, and smiled. "Cutting can wait," the blond whispered, quickly French braiding Nico's hair back and motioning for him to lay down. The smaller boy went, and Will followed, nuzzling against the son of Hades. And the two slept peacefully, Nico content with his healer and Will there for when the nightmares came.