@culhund said (inbox):
pushes armored claws through ozy’s hair once without a word, oddly gentle for once.
HIS FIRST INSTINCT WHEN clawed fingers slipped through his hair was to instantly pull away and create distance between himself and such a dangerous hand. However, it took a moment for his mind to realize that it was CU who initiated such a bizarre action and none other, for there was no other present in this room save for them. Previous aggression had morphed into confusion, brows furrowing while the Sun King attempted to make sense of what had just transpired. The word ‘gentle’ and Berserker did not go hand in hand. They were vicious when that bloodlust kicked in – when the madness bled through their thoughts until all they saw was red. Being both an Alter and a Berserker just made things that much more complicated when it came to a certain Celtic hero of old whose very nature was twisted into something wholly unrecognizable from the rest.
Yet, those fingers that were capable of ripping open one’s throat had been so feather soft as they had drifted through his dark locks… His mouth opened to say something – a tease, a curt reply – anything in this instance – but no words managed to leave him. Instead, he simply reached out and gently brushed fingers through the other’s long ponytail that peaked from beneath their hood, silently appreciating the smooth texture the same way one would a rabbit’s fur. ❝I thought it fair that I be allowed to return the favor, so do not overthink this. It is but mere curiosity.❞