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Prompt:

The taller one sitting on the floor between the shorter one's knees as the shorter one braids/plays with their hair.

I had always struggled with my hair, even when I was in my own world. And trying to braid with my hands at the moment, without a mirror in the middle of nowhere was something that I hadn't thought of before leaving Lothering behind.

"Did you need some help there?"

I jumped, startled as the familiar but not voice of the Ativan Crow that had only recently joined us on our quest to defeat the Blight.

"Sorry to startle you."

I waved his concerns off, "It was my own damn fault for not taking notice of my surroundings."

He grinned, his teeth stark white against his olive skin. "My offer still stands."

I didn't need to think on it much, "Any help would be appreciated."

Zevran went and sat down on the log that was closest to the fire, patting the space in front of him indicating that he wanted me to sit between his legs.

I was wary, he was an assassin and as much as I liked him I didn't necessarily trust his intentions quite yet.

He must have noticed my hesitation, "I'll only bite if you let me."

My face flushed, blood rushing to my cheeks almost immediately after his comment. His accent didn't help, and neither did his waggling eyebrows. I didn't say anything as I sat in front of him, his strong thighs bracing me close to him unintentionally. At least I thought it may be unintentionally, why would he be doing it on purpose?

"Is there any way that you would like the braids?"

Zevran's voice was directly next to my ear. I could feel his warm breath, causing me to shiver.

He must be doing this on purpose. He had to be.

"No, just as long as it keeps mostly off of my face."

I was very proud of myself and the fact that I hadn't stuttered.

He hummed contentedly and got to work. The feeling of his hands in my hair was soothing, as he lifted and pulled strands gently into what I assumed to be an intricate pattern.

I could feel myself dozing off, the sensations lulling me to sleep.

Zevran wasn't sure what prompted him to offer to braid Mallorn's hair. Maybe it was the fact that she was struggling with something as simple as that, or maybe it was because the first time they had met she had pinned him to then ground, her taller form looming over him with her face flushed red from a combination of exertion and embarrassment at a comment he had thrown at her when they had been fighting. He couldn't be sure what he had said, didn't remember it.

Her hair was softer than he had thought, the straw colour not at all like the hue it was. It was as though it had been washed recently, and he did remember that the ladies of the party had stopped at a stream earlier that morning.

The braid that he had given her was comforting, familiar and something that the whore's that he had been raised amongst had taught him. The repetitive movements were a comfort to him, and seemingly to the elf in between his legs as well as she had started to fall asleep.

It seemed that she liked her hair being played with.

Once he finished the braids, tying them off with a thick strip of leather he had a blonde haired elf asleep in his lap.

Letting out a small laugh, he nudged at her shoulder lightly in an attempt to wake her up. It didn't work, he tried it again and this time she yawned wide.

"I'm finished, querido." The endearment slipped out, and he was glad that she hadn't seemed to notice. That was something that he was going to have to think on later when he was alone. "You might want to go to bed."

Mallorn opened her eyes, the grey blue staring into the distance. "I have watch soon, I can't."

"I'll take next watch, you go to bed."

"You sure?" The stare now turned to him, judging if his intentions were good.

He nodded and she sighed, whether in thanks or not he didn't know as she stood up and stumbled. He had to keep a hold of her arm as she lurched dangerously close to the fire.

"Thank you, mellon. For the braids. I really appreciate it." The blush was very fetching he had to admit.

"No problems."

He watched as she walked, stumbling sleepily as she managed to climb into her tent with a thump that he could hear even at this distance, snoring following shortly after.

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Translations:

mellon means friend in Sindarin

querido means dear in Spanish/Antivan