6 Things

His Hair

Bravos Aticus wasn't a Troll to be picky about your looks unless you wanted to look professional for a job or just dress nicely. Your hair was always a mess and trying to tame was a hard enough if the brush or comb would stop breaking when you ever did it. It's your own fault or rather your fault for 'choosing' a profession that had you coming and going making spending hours siting down tending to it hard, though clothes were never a problem. In fact it was one of things about yourself you didn't like (then again there were a lot of things he didn't like about himself only his Moirail knew). So it was only predictable you would be at least a little jealous of your moirails hair. His Hair made him look like some Prince Charming. A Prince You sure as hell didn't need nope not needed. It was all the way to his ankles like some fucking Fabio look alike and it would ether flip back or flip in. It was even possible for Azroth's hair to be darker then any of you 'friends' or your hair. Azroth's hair was as inky as the darkest shadows Azroth would control. It was as silky as the fines silk as if it was made from a gleaming star. It was also too soft for words as you would get addicted to wanting to run his fingers through it. It would sometimes fall gently on his face as he would read. Sometimes he wouldn't even know it fell being too deep in his book that you would reach over and push it behind his hearing duct(now fines). You love the way it feels on your skin when he would nuzzle you. You loved the way it would blanket you when you both cuddled making you feel protected from the harsh world you had to crawl your way out of and make it your own toy to play with. You especially loved it when Azroth would leave his hair untied and it would splash around him like a Black Sea or mass of shadows. Whenever he would lay down to read,talk , play games, or use his husktop; It would always make him look more beautiful. He looked so angelic and lovely you couldn't help but stare for hours(when Azroth wasn't looking of course) at him . Azroth's hair would ack magnetic and stick to the bottom of his owl-like horns. His hair would curl around the sides of his face, enhancing his features and it have a gentle coolness to it.

"Hey Brav I've noticed you like playing with my hair, but you don't like it that well whenever i do it." I stop running my hand through his hair and look at him confused. He had his head in my lap reading a book as yet again his hair would fall in face. He made no move to fix it. I chuckled softly knowing he knew I would eventually move myself. So I did just that then leaned against the large pile thinking of a answer. Azroth beat me to it being the seer he was.

"Even if it's not as nice as mine I'd still like to play with it and yes I'll be mindful of your broken horn" he got up silently as he hair fell around him like a shadow, he crawled behind me putting me in his lap. He equipped a brush from his sylidux and with out warning began brushing through my tangled mess of hair. I would wince every once in a while as Azroth tamed the wild jungle of his black tresses. Minutes later Azroth stopped and Bravos could feel claws gently running through his scalp in a rhythm. I couldn't help but purr from the pale affection from Azroth. I felt Azroth shift and Azroths free arm wrap around me. Azroth pulled me close and I could feel the purpleblood's coolness against my back. Azroth's hair cascaded down his side and almost as if alive curled slightly around myself casting a protective barrier around me.

In all Bravos loved his Moirail's hair.