something soft comes this way
“Why is your hair so long?” Kiviara asks, running their fingers through Wolfhound’s hair. Her head was in Kiviara’s lap, eyes half closed, and body lax.
Wolfhound cracks one eye open, “Life is full of choices and my choice was to grow it long.”
“Longer hair is easier to pull on. Not wise if you’re chasing down revolutionaries; you won’t catch any that way.”
“I seem to have caught you,” Wolfhound replies, yawning and turning so her head sits more comfortably in Kiviara’s lap.
Kiviara grumbles and keeps running their fingers through Wolfhound’s hair. “I let you catch me.”
Wolfhound laughs and doesn’t reply. Her breathing slows and she falls asleep—Kiviara leans down to press a soft kiss on Wolfhound’s cheek.
all for you
Kiviara comes back to their capsule, feet dragging across the floor, body weary.
Wolfhound is sitting on their couch, reading something she picked up along the way after work.
Kiviara moves so they are standing in front of Wolfhound. They lift Wolfhound’s arms up so they are just above her head and climbs into her lap—legs wrapping around Wolfhound’s waist, arms around her torso, face buried in the crook of her neck. Wolfhound brings down her hands and continues to read her book.
Kiviara yawns and clings tighter to Wolfhound.
“Going to sleep?” Wolfhound asks as if she didn’t already know the answer.
Kiviara nods and yawns again.
Wolfhound moves her head slightly to press a kiss against Kiviara’s head. “Rest well.”