[Fucking rude, Estinien. At least put him into bed!
The tension leaving Estinien is certainly part of the point of this. So, while he may have started this with notable tension because of the strange intimacy of it and who is doing it, at least it has lessened considerably by the end. Who knows exactly what it is that snaps him out of his thoughts, but he does eventually come out of it. Surprised that Estinien hasn't complained at him for taking too long, but not complaining that he hasn't.
Putting his brush down, he swaps to the comb, taking the scissors in his other hand. Now, he considers for a moment to ask Estinien just how short he'd like his hair to be, but then also decides he probably doesn't care. Also, the thought barely lasts in his hazy brain as he sets to work, running that comb through his hair, gathering it together...and cutting it off.
It's about 4 inches off the back, so that brings it to roughly his shoulders, but he...hadn't meant to just cut it off in a big chunk like that. It's then that Solus realizes he might actually be too high for this, but a little too late! So, acting like he didn't just do something utterly stupid, he continues, forcing himself to focus more intently on what he's doing.
...until he gets to Estinien's side, his eyes trailing down to that shoulder that once bore Nidhogg's eye. The scarred, burned skin a reminder of such a grisly time...but then his eyes trail further down to that bicep, and before he realizes what he's doing, he touches it lightly with his hand.]
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The tension leaving Estinien is certainly part of the point of this. So, while he may have started this with notable tension because of the strange intimacy of it and who is doing it, at least it has lessened considerably by the end. Who knows exactly what it is that snaps him out of his thoughts, but he does eventually come out of it. Surprised that Estinien hasn't complained at him for taking too long, but not complaining that he hasn't.
Putting his brush down, he swaps to the comb, taking the scissors in his other hand. Now, he considers for a moment to ask Estinien just how short he'd like his hair to be, but then also decides he probably doesn't care. Also, the thought barely lasts in his hazy brain as he sets to work, running that comb through his hair, gathering it together...and cutting it off.
It's about 4 inches off the back, so that brings it to roughly his shoulders, but he...hadn't meant to just cut it off in a big chunk like that. It's then that Solus realizes he might actually be too high for this, but a little too late! So, acting like he didn't just do something utterly stupid, he continues, forcing himself to focus more intently on what he's doing.
...until he gets to Estinien's side, his eyes trailing down to that shoulder that once bore Nidhogg's eye. The scarred, burned skin a reminder of such a grisly time...but then his eyes trail further down to that bicep, and before he realizes what he's doing, he touches it lightly with his hand.]