Warning: I haven't watched Trinity Blood enough to know either of these characters very well, so they're probably ooc. I just felt
like writing this since it was in my head.
Disclamer: Trinity Blood (obviously) doesn't belong to me.
Faint wisps of smoke drifted through the dark room, curling and spinning and floating slowly upwards to the ceiling where they seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only a bitter odour in their wake. As each spiral was immediately followed by another, the room was by this time filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.
Eyes half-closed, Isaak absently watched their progress from his seat, lounging comfortably and enjoying the sensation of delicate fingers running through his hair. The familiar smell and gentle motion were slowly lulling him into a vaguely trance-like state.
Leaning against the back of the chair, Dietrich observed his mentor in something approaching affectionate amusement. His swift fingers worked deftly through the long, silky strands; sorting, twisting and stroking at the same time. He laughed suddenly and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Isaak's neck.
"I love your hair..."
The tinge of mischief in his voice alerted the magician and he turned his head to look suspiciously at Dietrich. "What have you done, puppet master?"
"Nothing..." Dietrich released his grip and started to slip away but Isaak's hand shot out and seized his wrist. "I don't trust you, Dietrich. Not when you're using that tone of voice."
The young man grinned and twisted his hand inside the magician's to lace their fingers together. "No, really Isaak, what is it you suspect me of doing?"
Any effect he might have created with his innocent words and tone was completely ruined by his wickedly dancing eyes, and Isaak wasn't fooled for a second. He caught on to an inkling of the truth and lifted his free hand to his hair. From what he could feel, Dietrich had plaited most of it into a long black braid hanging past his waist. Face expressionless, Isaak slowly and deliberately rose from his chair and turned his attention back to the completely unrepentant puppet master.
"...and it's not like I had a ribbon," Dietrich continued, backing away from the advancing magician but somewhat foolishly forgetting to free his hand; "That would have looked so much prettier, don't you think?"
"..." Eyes unreadable, Isaak continued to walk forwards, slowly forcing the young man against the wall and trapping him there. Dietrich tried to dodge to the side but found himself held firmly round the waist.
"You plaited my hair."
"Yes." Dietrich was openly laughing at him, fearlessly teasing the powerful magician.
Isaak glared down at him. "If you were anyone else, I would kill you for that."
"I know," Dietrich wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, fingers beginning to undo the work they had been so industriously engaged on a short while ago. "But that's why you love me- right?"
Lips brushed softly over the puppet master's, teasing him in return.
"Aren't you always?"
The End