A/N: Originally published on Archive of Our Own under the same title (my AO3 account can be found in my profile). I will also be publishing every chapter starting from chapter 24 to my Tumblr halo-reznor, for those who still use Tumblr (she says, as she is reposting her own fic to another dying website...).
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. The events in this story never occurred, and the characters involved are not an accurate reflection of the individuals presented therein. If you are bothered by RPF or any of the ships in this collection, feel free to backout at any time.
Prompt: "braid"
Ship: Trent/Mariqueen
Word Count: 100
Summary: Gotta do something with the quarantine hair...
Notes: Prompt taken from the Random Word Generator.
Mariqueen's fingers ran through his hair and pulled it back, splitting it into thirds. "Just sit still," She said. "And relax. I've done this, like, a million times."
Despite that, Trent instinctively tensed up his back. "How long is this going to take?"
"Not long…" She started crossing each section with quick expertise, carefully avoiding pulling any strands too hard.
Trent felt his body easing up, while his mind got lost in the patterns she was making in his hair. When she finished, she showed him to the mirror.
Goddamn it, she was right. He didn't look too bad afterall.