Vilos and Avalon
(Let's just say this takes place in an AU where Dass was born a woman.
If you want these stories to make even the slightest bit of sense, you are in the wrooooong place.)
"And why do you want to braid my hair?" Vilos snapped, her glowing eyes glaring right at Avalon.
The two of them were seated on her shabby couch, Avalon's eyes fixated on Vilos' silver hair instead of her glaring eyes. Avalon found the reaper's hair exceptionally beautiful. It was constantly in motion, like Vilos was always underwater, and her hair would reach her ankles if it ever stopped floating about.
"Because," Avalon huffed. "It's quite lovely 'air, you know. I bet if yew braided it and disguised yourself with a different outfit and mask and quit all of that floating lark, you could create a new identity and become a respectable member of society." Avalon chuckled. "I don't know if yew noticed, Vi, but you're beautiful. Yew would break a lot of 'earts!"
"I won't become a respectable member of society with these things," Vilos stabbed a slender finger at one of her own eyes. "Nor these." She rolled up her sleeves and held up her knife-sharp bony elbows for Avalon to see. "The silver hair would raise a few eyebrows, too, don't you agree?"
"Is it so wrong to want you to 'ave a normal, better life?" Avalon sighed and reached for Vilos' hair again. Vilos didn't protest and slumped in defeat as Avalon began to braid her massive amount of hair. "Yew murder animals for a living. Yew could have a chance to turn all of that around!"
Vilos was quiet for a very, very long time. "My boss would object."
"Forget your boss," Avalon shook her head vigorously. "Yew could just…disappear! Go live in another Village. It would do yew well."
Vilos bit her lip. "But…who would feed Maggie? She's the main reason I do this, you know!"
"I would gladly visit yew two often," Avalon smiled to herself as she took an elastic off of her wrist and wrapped it around the end of Vilos' oversized braid. "I just want yew to be happy."
"Why?" Vilos whirled her head towards Avalon, her oversized braid whooshing by her masked face. "What on Earth possessed you to care about me so much? My business is my business!"
Vilos' glare softened the slightest bit when Avalon gently placed a hand on her cheek.
"Let's just say that yew…fascinate me."