Summary: Lust didn't know why, but ever since she first met Gluttony he had been strangely fascinated with her hair.
Setting: Anime
Warnings: None
Lust winced and muttered a curse word as her brush found yet another snarl hiding in her hair, which hurt her scalp slightly when she pulled on it a little too hard. After enjoying a quick walk on what happened to be a rather windy night, the female Homunculus had gone to her room in Master's mansion and found that the task of trying to straighten out her messy, windswept hair was more troublesome than she expected it to be. The summer breeze had caused her usually well behaved hair to become tangled and difficult to brush without causing herself pain by accidentally tugging on snarls. All in all, it was a very frustrating experience for Lust, whose hair had never been so unruly before.
Gluttony, who for once hadn't gone with her when she took her late night walk and thus didn't even know why her hair was such a mess, was sitting by her side watching as she attempted to carefully brush through the group of tangled hair she had found. When she winced as the brush got caught in the knot and pulled on her hair again, Gluttony winced as well while looking somewhere between concerned and sympathetic. Lust noticed that he had done this every time she swore or cringed from the pain, and wondered why he was even there if he disliked seeing her get hurt. Not that she minded him being there since he wasn't bothering her; Gluttony actually made for good company when he wasn't whining about being hungry.
After several more minutes of brushing and occasional head pain, Lust was finally able to work out all of the snarls in her hair and could run her brush from the top of her head to the ends of her wavy locks without any issue. With a satisfied sigh, she put the brush down on the vanity in front of her, glad to have it in her room so she didn't have to look for a bathroom whenever she wanted to straighten out her hair.
"Well, she said more to herself than anything as she leaned back comfortably in her chair, "that's finally taken care of."
"Are you done now?" Gluttony asked, looking worried. "Are you done hurting yourself?"
Lust smiled at him. "Yes, I'm done. But I can assure you that I wasn't trying to hurt myself."
"That's good."
"I have to say, though," she continued, "I'm a little curious as to why you're here if seeing me in pain upsets you."
"I like to watch you brush your hair." Gluttony stood up before reaching out and gently stroking his companion's hair. He smiled as he spoke again. "It looks so pretty when you brush it. And when you're done it looks all soft and even prettier!"
Lust wasn't sure how to reply to the compliment other then blushing ever so slightly, but she was reminded of when she and Gluttony first met each other. One of the first things he had done was try to play with her hair, muttering about how pretty it was, but she quickly slapped his hand and warned him not to do that anymore. Really, she had thought to herself at the time, what kind of a person just starts touching the hair of someone they met only minutes ago? It was a bad first impression in her eyes, and she had been sure they wouldn't get along very well if he continued to do things like that.
But when she got to know him a little better, she found out that he wasn't the most...intelligent Homunculus, and as time went by she learned to forgive his occasional little moments of socially inappropriate behavior. He didn't understand what was so wrong about suddenly playing with someone else's hair, or licking blood off of someone's face after a messy job of killing a human(an incident she would rather forget about), so Lust patiently taught him what was and what wasn't socially acceptable. It was easier for them to work together after that. Now it seemed that he had forgotten the rule about playing with her hair, but because having her hair stroked felt rather nice she would let him get away with it this one time.
The reason why Gluttony was so fascinated with her hair was a mystery to Lust. Eventually she decided it was because he didn't have any hair of his own, so he developed an interest in other people's hair, but recently she had started to notice that he never tried to touch any of the other Homunculi's hair. It put a hole in her theory, but she ignored it figuring that the only other Homunculus there whose hair was worth playing with was Envy's. And she knew that Envy wouldn't hesitate to get violent with the other Homunculi if they annoyed him, especially when Gluttony was the one being bothersome, so Lust couldn't blame him for not showing interest in Envy's hair.
This feel so nice, Lust thought contentedly as the older Homunculus continued to gently run his fingers through her hair. But it also feels...almost familiar. Has someone ever stroked my hair like this before? I can't remember...
She chose not to dwell on the matter and focused on the pleasant feeling of having her hair stroked in such a slow and gentle manner She knew she shouldn't let him do this for too long, or else he might get the idea that it was okay for him to play with her hair at anytime, but she felt so relaxed that she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. Instead she grabbed her brush and wordlessly held it out to him, in hopes that it would not only feel good but prevent her hair from getting all tangled again. Gluttony's face seemed to light up with happiness, as if the permission to brush her hair was the greatest honor Lust could bestow upon him, and he accepted it before moving to stand behind her and very carefully brush her long, dark locks.
Feeling relaxed to the point she was a little bit drowsy, Lust smiled and closed her eyes, fully enjoying the feeling of someone else brushing her hair. She couldn't explain it, but the brush running through her hair felt so much nicer when she wasn't the one using it. When an hour had gone by and Gluttony didn't seem to be showing any signs of getting bored, Lust wondered if she should tell him to stop. But deep down she knew she didn't want him to stop just yet. He could keep going for a little while longer. Yes, just a few more minutes and she would tell him to stop.
Well, maybe...
Sorry about the wait for this theme! I've been going back and forth on writing this and the next chapter of To Live a Life.
I think I got the inspiration for this one because of my own experiences with long, hard to brush hair. And the fact that I love having my hair stroked or brush by someone. It feels so good~ :3
~Dawn
