Spicy Seasons

[forgingfires]

This is spicy threads from seasons.

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[forgingfires]

[He hums in thought.] I am rather good at complex hair styles. Even if it never sticks in my hair. [The flares up ruin most and its rare to go more than a few hours without something.]

[He tugs a knot taunt with one hand, the other reaching out to run through her hair.] I don't think it really works with the spell, but...it is a beautiful black.

[sangreine]

From your mother, right? [ She remembers he said something about that when she was working her way through his tangled hair some time or another. ]

[ Saya's hair, like the rest of her physical self, is perfect. Dark and thick, soft. Sleek without being unpleasant to touch. She sighs when his hand slides through it. ] Not everything we're doing here is for the spell, is it? You've got me to do with what you will. Let's see how well you can wind and unwind me.

[forgingfires]

[He hums.] She loves ornate styles. Even her default hairstyle means making her hair look like bull horns. It took a while for me to be able to put it up efficiently. We used to help each other prepare for parties and we didn't have servants around.

Ah, well.

I mean.

There is only so much to be done at the workshop. [He's blushing, hair crackling.] But...y-yes, I suppose so. [He brings up a lot of her hair, letting it glide over his fingers.] And your hair is quite nice...

[sangreine]

She sounds like she appreciates beauty. [ Saya can appreciate that. Although she doesn't consider herself terribly cultured, she can be -- she's confident and worldly enough to know how to carry herself. This particular waking cycle she's embraced her heritage, the fact that she's a Queen. It shows. ]

One can wind someone up a fair bit without doing anything overt. [ She glances at him over her shoulder with red-golden eyes. Which proves her point nicely. ] There's an art to it.

[forgingfires]

She does. She appreciates power more, but she also knows the power of beauty. She is one of the most beautiful and powerful demons in the world and not many would disagree with that. She taught me most of my skills for how to look beautiful.

[There is definitely more crackles, face growing red.] ...cheater. [There is no bite to his word, as he lightly twists her hair, circling it around her arms.]

[sangreine]

I have a feeling I'll like her. [ Since Red Son promised they'd meet one day, she speaks as if it's a foregone conclusion. ] I've always seen the beauty in power. In fighting. There's an art to everything if one does it properly.

[ She laughs softly, watching with fascination as he uses her hair. ] You're aware I can't do that on demand? It's a happy accident. Or rather, evidence that you're fine at winding me up without anything untoward happening in front of prying eyes.