“Do mine,” said Relm, almost as soon as Celes had tied the ribbon in her newly plaited hair. Relm’s was too short to do the same, and too dense with curls; it looked as impossible to tame as she was. But Celes needed the distraction – and Relm, she suspected, was still desperate to belong – so she let the girl clamber awkwardly into her lap and took hold of a fistful of hair as gently as her military training permitted.
fic n° 140
- 79 words,
- Final Fantasy VI, Celes, Relm
- gen
- Written for Three-Sentence Ficathon. Prompt: any, any, hair braiding.
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Relm’s hair is different, but Celes tries her best.
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n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-02-07
This is fantastic, and I never knew I needed it until now.
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2022-03-20
I don't know the fandom but it's such a sweet fill for the prompt. I'm deeply sorry that I just now saw it on here, as I rarely check this site.
Thank you very much for filling the prompt <3