Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: K+
Word Count: 188
Characters/Pairings: Greta, Huber
Spoilers: For the Greta arc (around DVD four? so about episode twenty-ish)
Warnings: Notes
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Greta tried hard not to cry in front of Huber. Not because he was a demon, and not because he was her friend.
Whenever Greta cried, Huber's face got really dark and scary, and Greta didn't like it when he looked like that.
The two of them were sitting alone in the darkened room, Huber's arms protectively around the little girl, reminding her of her mother's warm embrace. He brushed his fingers through her hair soothingly, the once-silky locks now fried from the sun and cut around her ears.
She looked up when he undid the laces on his boots, pulling the dirty strings out of their holes. He brushed her hair with his fingers as best he could, untangling horrid knots gently, and wove the cord through her hair. He managed to fashion her short strands into a sort of bun, stray hairs sticking out of the back and tickling her now-exposed neck.
Huber just smiled and tweaked her nose. "A
princess should look like a princess, even when she's living like a
pauper," he informed the girl, and she laughed and gave him a big hug.
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