fic n° 140

“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.