"Hair prank"(Xibalba and la Muerte Drabble)
It was no secret that Xibalba adored La Muerte's hair. No, he loved it. She sat at her vanity brushing her long strands as she thought of this. Anytime when they are together she felt his hands caress her hair gently, careful not to twist or pull her sensitive strands. He often voiced how much he loved it in one of many qualities he loves about her. She even catches him pressing his face against it, contently rubbing his cheekbones as if her hair was a soft pillow. She let out a soft sigh following with a smile. Her husband is due to arrive in her castle any minute now, and once he does she knows that the first thing he is going to do is kiss her and dig his hands into her hair.
Oh the thought of him seeing her with short hair, but she would never dream of cutting her beautiful hair just to see what Xiba-.
She blinked thinking it over, she put the brush down looking at her hair that reached down to her legs. She let out a small smirk, and picked up a pair of sissors.
Xibalba knocked on his wife's bedchamber door but he did not need a responds to twist the knob and enter. He peered his head in looking for her.
"Mi amor?" He called closing the door behind him. He placed his hands behind his back as he glided through the room.
"I'm here, my love!" She called happily from her personal bathroom. "I'll be right out…I have done a new thing with my hair and I would like your opinion!"
"Your hair?" He questioned going towards the bathroom. "Well anything you do I know it would be perfect, Mi amor." He smiled confidently.
"You promise?"
"Of course, let me see…." He said clapping his hands together.
"Well…okay…"
He let out a large grin seeing his wife inched herself out of the bathroom, appearing in front of him without her hat on letting him to the full length of her hair. His grin slowly fell into a gape of horror, his eyes were wide as his hands went to his head in disbelief.
Her long, luscious, beautiful hair was chopped only leaving her with inches that looked like a man's haircut. She let out a small smile running her hand through the inches. Slowly a long painful groan escaped his open mouth.
"Y-your hair!" He exclaimed pulling down his mustache almost wanting to make sure it was still there. She let out a small smile.
"I know, I wanted a change in style, do you like it?" She asked innocently.
He shook his head. "What have you done?!" He said raising his voice, not in anger but in sheer panic. "Your hair! Why would you cut it?!"
"You don't like it?" She frowned tilting her head.
"No!" He shouted. "I hate it! It would take centuries for you to grow it all back!" He said going up to her. He put out his hands grasping her scalp and tried to twirl his fingers into it desperately but found it impossible with the mere inches she left. He pulled away as if his hand touched fire.
"How could you cut it without telling me?" He cried accusenly. Her brow furrowed together and crossed her arms defiantly.
"I do not need your permission to do something as simple as cutting my hair, you do not own me!" She said sternly.
He grabbed his head. "But I loved you hair!" He exclaimed loudly. She blinked at him and felt the corner of her lips lift up. "I loved it when it was long! I love stoking it, brushing it, to feel it in between my fingers! And now I can't even touch it!"
La Muerte pulled at a small strand on her bangs. "You really liked it before?" She softly asked.
"Yes!" He nodded. He covered his eyes. "I-I can't even look at it!"
She rolled her eyes at the drama he is ensuing and decided to end the prank. While he continued to cover his eyes she ran her hands through her scalp making her hair grow back to full length as if she never cut it, which she never did, she mearly disguised it to look short. She strolled up to her dramatic husband taking his hands into her own and pulled it down.
"I was playing a joke Xibalba…" She admitted seeing the sudden relief on his face. She let out a laugh. "Oh Mi amor, the look on your face!"
While he did breath a sigh of relief, he gave her a scowl clutching his chest.
"Do you want me to have a heart attack?" He asked. "I'm not that young anymore for you to play those games…."
"Oh stop, you hypocrite, you play pranks on me too." She chided. "I'm just returning the favor and I got you good…" She smirked slapping his chest playfully, and let out anouther laugh seeing him frown at her. He let out a exasperated sigh and pulled her into an embrace ceasing her laughter as she let out a smile feeling his fingers glide down through her hair.
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