Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Split ends are a pain, but I don't get much trouble with that, true Alba admitted, caressing Beth's hair as she held a handful, seeing how odd it felt the thin hair on such a strong girl. It grew fast, so that was always a plus. The color is wonderful, though. So bright... she commented, a bit bored of her darker one. In the end, it probably was just about wanting what you didn't have and not treasuring what you did. Won't go anywhere she said, amused at the enthusiasm Beth showed in her quick trip to the bathroom to return with the tools needed. Oooh, that's nice Alba admired Beth's conditioner, as she normally didn't have to care that much about her hair. The cowgirl certainly had a girly side on her that seemed bottled, untapped. Up close, it was wondrous how expressive Beth's face was when she didn't have to worry about her behavior, at least not as much as when her grandpa was around. Her freckles were awfully cute, but she soon backed off and focused on her hair, so Alba just looked forward, occasionally letting small sighs escape, enjoying the tender and meticulous treatment Beth was offering her. You are wicked good... she mumbled, almost a whisper, wanting to move as little as possible to not mess things up. Yes? I mean, yes Beth's request of confirmation paired with the look on her blue eyes made her doubt for a moment, out of surprise, but she was open to hear anything she had to say, and answer her if possible. Yeah, she used to do it to keep me under control Alba answered, back to the topic of her mother again. She sort of wanted to shape me as she shaped my hair. Father wanted a brave boy that could follow the families' policeman legacy, mother wanted a fine lady that could get a perfect life she explained further. Neither of them got what they wanted she added, noticing Beth's silence, as she was thinking of the way of saying something so Alba stopped as well. Oh, I'm sorry was all that Alba managed to say when Beth talked about her dead mother. Should she turn around and hug her while she was silent? Alba did want to offer a shoulder to cry if Beth needed it, but it didn't seem so, and while she doubted, Beth resumed her talking, her voice wavering. Alba thought that it was a bit weird to ask, or at least from her point of view, but she could see where Beth was coming from. Beth certainly had to feel really lonely if she resorted to that, unless she had found an special connection with the woman she had just met hours ago. Thinking about it, Alba found herself as well talking more than she was normally used to, maybe feeling at ease with how earnest Beth was, so they certainly had found a friend on each other. I can do braided pigtails if you want, I learned to Alba accepted, but pick the style you want, if you would prefer to just have it as it is, I can brush it, it's already cute she added, offering her options. Oh, you did a wonderful job Alba admired herself on the bathroom mirror before picking up the needed stuff for Beth's hairdo of choice. Returning to the bedroom, Alba couldn't help but think that her estimation of Beth's age was plain wrong and determined only for the capable cowgirl that rescued her, not the gentle and lonely one she was having a sleepover with. It was her time to be on Beth's back, treating her delicate hair as carefully as she could, not wanting to cause her any distress. So... how are the studies going? Alba asked, not only out of simple curiosity, but also wanting to cover some topic were Beth would maybe be confident, as she had seen how hard she worked. Alba worked on Beth's hair, her hands moving with the utmost delicacy, as she could somehow drown all the bad things that bothered Beth by sheer tenderness, just being gentle. That lovely, responsible and smart girl didn't deserve to be that alone, to doubt so much about herself. Working on her hair Alba for a moment not only felt closer to Beth, but also understood her own mother better, as she was trying to do the same and treat that contact, that moment where she was doing her hair as if it would allow her to shape Beth's life to her liking. Alba took her sweet time, making sure that not only the work was done as well as possible, but also allowing Beth to feel the experience for quite some time. Once done, Alba got up to get a better look from above, and turning around Beth, she felt a bold impulse. All done she voiced, leaning in, taking Beth's face with both hands for a moment and planting a kiss in her forehead. Did you like it? she asked, hoping that Beth had gotten out from her request what she wanted.