"Thank you," he says, unable to tell anymore if he's blushing and on the verge of deciding it doesn't matter, since she clearly doesn't care. "Turn around."
A small cup sits at the edge of the bath, and when he brings it close enough to see properly, he finds it's empty. Presumably, it's for exactly the purpose he puts it to now: Scooping up hot water and pouring it over Vex'ahlia's hair, careful not to let it drip all over her face in the process. A hand at her hairline, so it spills off to the side instead, palms smoothing along the long locks in an effort to make sure they're all wet.
There's no real familiarity to any of this - Cassandra's hair was always too short to need much care, and Vesper would never have asked for her younger brother's help - and for that, he's grateful. At most, he remembers being washed by some or other governess as a very young child, and he tries to do what they did.
Once he's lathered the soap between his hands, he begins to work it into her hair, taking more care than he's ever managed for himself. Fingers carding through the strands, pausing when a snarl catches them, and doing his best to untangle it without yanking her hair out by the roots. Percy's methodical, approaching the whole thing like a problem to be solved, and he becomes involved enough that he forgets to make conversation. If she doesn't say anything, they'll proceed in a comfortable (to him, anyway) silence for the next several minutes.
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Date: 2025-01-20 06:19 pm (UTC)A small cup sits at the edge of the bath, and when he brings it close enough to see properly, he finds it's empty. Presumably, it's for exactly the purpose he puts it to now: Scooping up hot water and pouring it over Vex'ahlia's hair, careful not to let it drip all over her face in the process. A hand at her hairline, so it spills off to the side instead, palms smoothing along the long locks in an effort to make sure they're all wet.
There's no real familiarity to any of this - Cassandra's hair was always too short to need much care, and Vesper would never have asked for her younger brother's help - and for that, he's grateful. At most, he remembers being washed by some or other governess as a very young child, and he tries to do what they did.
Once he's lathered the soap between his hands, he begins to work it into her hair, taking more care than he's ever managed for himself. Fingers carding through the strands, pausing when a snarl catches them, and doing his best to untangle it without yanking her hair out by the roots. Percy's methodical, approaching the whole thing like a problem to be solved, and he becomes involved enough that he forgets to make conversation. If she doesn't say anything, they'll proceed in a comfortable (to him, anyway) silence for the next several minutes.