♧: Your muse playing with their hair
It had been a long evening of hunting and Leo had just came out of the shower and threw himself on the couch next to her. It was cold, so he’d taken the time to actually blow dry it, not with a hair dryer but his own conjured warm air while willing the water out of it. The result was a soft and fluffy muss that he’d done the best to comb back.
“Thought you would’ve left by now,” he said.
“Figured your shower’s cleaner than motel ones.”
“Fair enough.” He rested his head back, closing his eyes. “Think we did well tonight.”
“We did.” Then her hand was combing back his hair and he cracked an eye open, giving her a quizzical look. “What? It’s soft. What’d you do to it?”
“Magic.” Which wasn’t far from the truth. Her hands continued to work through his hair and he yawned.
“This making you sleepy?”
“Mmh.” He snorted.
“That’s cute.” She didn’t stop until he’d dozed off, then she picked herself up and headed to the shower.
