Appetence

Archive Log: 12

"I don't think I wholly trust you with those."

"My reflexes and hands are as steady as yours."

"It is not that which is worrying me, rather, what you might do with them." David said while frowning her way. They were back home. The rest of the outing had been rather uneventful, and once back home, they were left to their own devices. So, Minerva taking the initiative asked if, that was a massive if, David didn't mind if he would allow her to cut his hair.

He had said yes, before his brain actually caught up and thought over what he had agreed to. It wasn't until she appeared with scissors that he was suddenly having second thoughts. Didn't help the fact that she was smiling. Someone seemed a little too up for this. It wasn't like he disagreed with her earlier statement. He had noticed that his hair was slowly growing and becoming a hindrance to him. The brown locks had a habit of curling slightly at the ends, which meant that by now, where his hair had slowly grown over his forehead the ends were curling and going in his eyes. Blinking either helped or made the moment worse. David didn't like being stabbed in the eyes by his own hair. It wasn't long enough for him to tuck the front behind his ears, and the back was just becoming a curled mass of nothing. It just hung there. Even still, in contrast to the eager expression on Minerva's face, he wondered whether he was just better off keeping his hair like it was, no matter how annoying it was becoming.

"Might do? I'm going to cut your hair." Minerva rolled her eyes, she pulled a chair out from the corner of her room and kept the scissors in her other hand, by her side. "Sit," she looked at David, then at the chair.

He sighed and moved from the window, night was drawing in. The suddenly darkening sky made the lake outside turn into a mass of ink, smudging itself along the landscape. The moon was peeking slowly out from its resting place and reflecting off the water. He sat down, hands on his knees, straight backed and staring at the wall. From the corner of his eyes, he could just about spy the full length mirror, propped against the wall. He supposed in some way he could keep sight of progress.

"Trust me, David." She patted his shoulders, he looked up at her with slightly wide eyes. Minerva smiled, she ruffled his hair and slowly ended up combing her fingers into it. Watching the hair curl around her digits, smile still in place. "Trust me."

"I do." David slowly turned away and looked around her room, well, what he could see of it. He was partially using it as a distraction.

Minerva hummed quietly, she combed his hair, withholding a laugh when she first snipped hair, she paused. "It'll grow back..."

"Not helping." David said tensely, she could see his shoulders tensing with each cut. It only got worse when she gently tilted his head down to shape and shorten the back. He opened his eyes when he looked back up and she crouched in front of him combing and cutting away. He just watched her, she looked so concentrated, so focussed. He couldn't help but smile slowly, not that she was paying any mind to his facial changes; he never thought someone would pay him the single, whole-hearted attention that she was right now.

Putting the scissors and comb to one side, she reached up and gently stroked his face. David shut his eyes, feeling cut strands get moved off of his skin by her hands and fingers. Feeling her hands resting either side of his face, he slowly opened his eyes. Blinking several times he watched as she smiled. "It must feel better, not having hair falling in your eyes every five seconds." Her hands slipped away and she stood up. Tucking her hands behind her back and nodding, David stood too, he gave the hair on the ground a glance before turning and moving to the mirror. He saw his reflected feet, before slowly moving his eyes upwards. Eventually he looked up and into his face, before looking at the job she had done. His hair was cut just like any other David model, on the exception that he was still very much brunette. Reaching up he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands under his fingertips before looking to the side when Minerva appeared. She had quickly cleared the area and then popped up beside him. "Very handsome," David looked down at her, she smiled and rocked on her heels. She reached up, smile still in place and ruffled his hair again, he just watched her with a blank look. She seemed to have found sudden enjoyment in playing with his hair, he had no clue where that even came from. But her hand felt rather soothing, calming even and relaxing.