[TM] 239 - Hair
Every once and a while it makes her laugh. She'd sat there on that bench and what was the one thing she'd focused on? His hair.
Really it was great... is great, really great.
It was the kind of hair that no matter what era they'd been in no one seemed to notice that he used a bit too much product... well not that everywhere they went even knew that. Still, it wasn't exactly a style that crossed dimensional style divides. Before... maybe before it'd been easier. But then he got that hair, and she couldn't help but want to thread her fingers into it. She'd hug him, probably too many times, but her hands always found their way to the nape of his neck. Her fingers would push up into it just a bit, the softer shorter hairs against the back of his head always felt good between her fingers.
Maybe it's laughable for a reason. All the things to make a mark on someone, the worlds he'd saved the adventures they'd been on... the way his eyes just let you know he understood exactly what you felt... those soulful deep brown eyes that looked into you not just at you, and she blabbered on about his hair.
Not that there wasn't any truth to it, it's really great hair.
Still she's back at the warehouse and the laughter just bubbles up from deep inside of her.
"Problem Mum?"
Her hand tucks her hair back behind her ear glancing to Captain Magambo, who's studying her a bit close. "No... no problem at all, just thinking back is all." Rose tries to shake it off, to think of something else but what sort of a woman who's trying to save the whole of creation opts to take a moment to reflect on a man she's not seen in years... in what feels like much longer... and pauses for his hair?
Really it was great... is great, really great.
It was the kind of hair that no matter what era they'd been in no one seemed to notice that he used a bit too much product... well not that everywhere they went even knew that. Still, it wasn't exactly a style that crossed dimensional style divides. Before... maybe before it'd been easier. But then he got that hair, and she couldn't help but want to thread her fingers into it. She'd hug him, probably too many times, but her hands always found their way to the nape of his neck. Her fingers would push up into it just a bit, the softer shorter hairs against the back of his head always felt good between her fingers.
Maybe it's laughable for a reason. All the things to make a mark on someone, the worlds he'd saved the adventures they'd been on... the way his eyes just let you know he understood exactly what you felt... those soulful deep brown eyes that looked into you not just at you, and she blabbered on about his hair.
Not that there wasn't any truth to it, it's really great hair.
Still she's back at the warehouse and the laughter just bubbles up from deep inside of her.
"Problem Mum?"
Her hand tucks her hair back behind her ear glancing to Captain Magambo, who's studying her a bit close. "No... no problem at all, just thinking back is all." Rose tries to shake it off, to think of something else but what sort of a woman who's trying to save the whole of creation opts to take a moment to reflect on a man she's not seen in years... in what feels like much longer... and pauses for his hair?