Emblanon Magvel prompt

Franz/Natasha. Short n sweet.
Drabblific WAFF.

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Brush, brush, brush.

Practiced movements of the hand performed the steady rhythm of their evening ritual.

Brush, brush, brush.

Each stroke is sure, the length defined. The hand that guides the strokes is older now than the first time that the ritual took place; the comb that it holds is smoothed down by time and has lost the luster that it once possessed.

Brush, brush.

They never mentioned it to anyone else, but this secret past time of theirs became a refuge in a time of war- a peaceful utopia where the toils of the day faded into pure bliss. His hands are calloused and used to wielding both lance and sword; her mind is most often consumed with the health of others. But in these moments that they spent together, it gave him a time to bring forth healing. For her, it became her time to relax and not worry.

Swiftly the fingers gather the hair and braid it. They seek absently for the silk ribbon with which to tie off the golden strands and keep them from unraveling the work of the past few moments.

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Franz finishes his task, bending downward to press his lips to the end of the braid that he holds in his hand for a few moments longer. "My lady." He murmurs appreciatively, releasing the braid and allowing his hand to rest upon her shoulder.

"Done already?" Natasha's eyes blink open slowly and she turns to gaze at her knight. Her smile is luminescent as she regards him from her seat on the floor. "Your hands are skillful indeed, Sir Franz."

The first time that she complimented him, he'd flushed to the roots of his hair. Now Franz just smiles back and presses the whisper of a kiss to the top of her head.

'Only for you, my dear. Only for you.'

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AN: Yep, done by me. Liked this prompt on emblanon way too much, specially since I see the potential for these two. ^^