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Ah, after looking through the tags for this fic, I realize that it was fairly soon after my previous update of this fic (all the way back in January), that my dad got admitted to the hospital. He was in critical condition then, and I lived every day on tenterhooks, with writing being one of my few stress relievers. I'm truly thankful to everyone who has helped me take my mind off of things during this time. I'm happy to say that my dad is finally back home since April. He is doing much better now! He will still need to be on antibiotics for quite some time, but I'm just so, so relieved that he's well enough to be home. ♥
Title: A Rose for Your Hair Part 3
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,384
Summary: In which Judgment's hair gains super powers and the events of v5 still play out, but with super hair involved. Set after v5c6.
Notes: Angst, angst, angst! Lesus, stop moping abouuuuuut. This was supposed to be a crack fic! Anyway, after seeing
aoi_nezumi's amazing drawing of Lesus and his super hair, I had to poke this fic back into existence. Bonus doodle from
kiyutsuna from some time ago. |D;;;
Previous part
Since I was stuck in confinement doing nothing constructive, I had Metal bring me my paperwork while I reflected on matters. It was while I was busy correcting one of the statements that a strand of hair sneaked under the next piece of paperwork and lifted it over.
"Ah, thank y-" I began, only to stop halfway.
My hair had just handed me my next piece of paperwork.
I didn't know if that was brilliant or freaky. Storm would probably appreciate it more than me.
I covered my face, placed my pen down, and took the piece of paper. This really wasn't something I could ignore.
I pushed my pile of papers to the side and stood up, yet my hair did not fall to rest completely against my back. The ends of it drifted around, like... what plants underwater might do.
At the moment, the length was comparable to Sun's or Storm's hair, but based on what had happened earlier, I knew it could lengthen and shorten.
The strands felt like normal hair to me. I let the hair slip through my fingers. It was soft and fine. Yet when Metal had tried to cut the hair off, red lashes had appeared on his skin from where the hair had struck him.
In other words, the hair could harden like a weapon.
It had also reacted to my mood, drooping down when I felt depressed, stiffening when I felt uneasy. If I didn't learn to control my hair's reactions, I would give myself away much too easily.
I sighed, my hair falling limply against my back, just as dispirited as I was.
Well, I'm currently stuck in confinement. Might as well get my own situation in hand.
I began experimenting, willing the hair to respond to my wishes. All it did was behave like normal hair -- it moved not an inch in the direction I wanted it to. It just continued floating about. That part wasn't like normal hair. Blankly, I tried to make my hair curl around the hilt of my sword, but it didn't respond. No matter how much I pictured it happening, it still didn't happen.
I clicked my tongue, annoyed. My hair suddenly jerked at the ends.
Don't tell me the key is my mood...
I rubbed my temples.
That didn't explain, however, why my hair had reached out to the paperwork for me, or why it had attacked Metal. Was it reacting to my mood and desires? Did it actually have a mind of its own? I really didn't want to think of my hair as "alive."
Even the Pope had confessed that he had never seen something like this before, but there was still much to be learned about Resurrection, given how few could cast it with Grisia's rate of success. It was thought that if the caster were to pay a price, the person being revived would not suffer any side effects. According to the lore then, since Grisia had paid a price to ensure a perfect Resurrection, the result of my hair could not be a "price"...
Is this truly a "gift" then, like what I surmised?
I rubbed my temples once more. My hair curled around my wrists.
I spent the next day experimenting, this time trying to get a better handle of my subconscious desires. With my legs crossed, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to relax my whole body. My hair relaxed along with me. I emptied my thoughts and focused only on my breathing.
Inhale.
My chest rose.
Exhale.
I breathed out.
Inhale.
I breathed in once more.
Exhale.
I let it all out.
My teacher, although not an expert in sword-fighting, was an expert in freeing himself from his emotions and emptying his mind while fighting. He had total control over his state of mind, and that led to him being a formidable fighter despite his weaker skills. I'd learned from him how to do the same.
I let myself relax, my guilt and worries subsiding. They were still a part of me, but no longer were they at the forefront and making my hair twitch.
Perhaps the key to having my hair behave would be keeping myself composed even more than usual. I felt my hair rest against my back. Calm. At peace. No longer waving about. A passable first step.
I picked up my paperwork and continued writing.
Not long after, I already had to put my control to the test. On the fifth day after I'd died and came back to life, Sun finally woke up. Metal was the one who brought the news. I myself had only been awake for two days.
When I heard that Sun had awoken, I bowed my head, relief flowing through me, but even then, I could not help worrying.
"Did he show any strange behavior?" I asked Metal.
Was his hair color truly the price? The only price?
Can I really hope that I have not taken anything graver from Sun?
Metal nodded furiously. "He totally did!"
My heart lurched, and my hair turned ramrod straight. Metal immediately held up his hands to calm me down.
"What I mean is, he was really forthcoming with the particulars of the situation. I actually thought him dependable," Metal explained while scratching his cheek.
If even Metal thought so, then Sun must have felt really dependable to everyone. That made me smile, though it also sent a pang of guilt through me once more. Even Sun had learned to be more forthcoming. Yet now I was hiding things.
No, rather, I should say, I'd always been hiding...
I'd hidden this from him for three long years already, ever since the day Grisia's teacher had confided in me and trusted me as Grisia's safeguard. Three long years, even before we took up our positions. All this time, I'd kept the secret deep within, having pledged to myself that I would protect Grisia's path.
I'd kept the secret...
Even to my deathbed.
I closed my eyes.
I had thought my conviction to be stronger than this.
Should I tell him? But... What would he think?
I...
My hair curled protectively around my neck like a scarf, the calm I'd tried to maintain long gone.
I...
If Sun were to find out, what would he think of himself?
What would he...
My eyes fluttered open. I reached my hand up to the hair around my neck. I gripped it tightly.
Would he...
...leave...
I don't want you to doubt yourself, Sun.
I... don't want you to leave.
Metal went on to describe Sun's orders to each of them. Leaf, Metal, and Blaze were stationed at the Holy Temple to oversee it and watch over me. Metal explained that Storm had been left in charge with Adair and Vidar to help him, Stone was off to the palace to explain the situation to the king, that there was a lich causing havoc, Ice and Moon were patrolling the city with their platoons, Hell was keeping an eye on Silent Eagle, and Cloud and Earth had accompanied Sun out into the city.
"What are they planning to do?" I asked Metal.
"Investigate. That's all Sun said," Metal answered.
I frowned.
Metal bit his lips, and with shining eyes, said, "Don't worry, Captain Judgment. We all pledged that we would find the murderer for you and send her to hell!"
My hair uncurled from my neck and reached over to Metal.
"Oh my God of Light, I think your hair likes me now!" he gasped and reached a shaking hand out to pet my hair. The hair quivered appreciatively.
I sighed.
For the rest of the day, I continued meditating in the confinement chamber, trying to gain better control of my hair and my emotions. I was glad that Leaf was one of the ones who had stayed behind at the Holy Temple -- I wanted to ask him about his eyes.
How much has his eyes improved?
I had heard from him that his eyesight had improved, but he hadn't made any mention of it after his initial confession.
It was while I was pondering over Leaf's eyes that Sun's voice suddenly rang out from within my head.
“Twelve Holy Knights, hear my command!”
I shook my head in fond exasperation even while warmth spread through me, relief at hearing his voice. Only Sun could have learned telepathy so soon after waking up from resurrecting someone.
“Listen to me. Scarlet is about to escape from the city. I need all of you to immediately..."
I stood up, hair cascading down my back, curling around the hilt of my sword. I laid my hand on top of it.
It was time to leave this room.
to be continued
Apparently, I like to write Lesus doubting himself. :'D
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Title: A Rose for Your Hair Part 3
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,384
Summary: In which Judgment's hair gains super powers and the events of v5 still play out, but with super hair involved. Set after v5c6.
Notes: Angst, angst, angst! Lesus, stop moping abouuuuuut. This was supposed to be a crack fic! Anyway, after seeing
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Part 3
Since I was stuck in confinement doing nothing constructive, I had Metal bring me my paperwork while I reflected on matters. It was while I was busy correcting one of the statements that a strand of hair sneaked under the next piece of paperwork and lifted it over.
"Ah, thank y-" I began, only to stop halfway.
My hair had just handed me my next piece of paperwork.
I didn't know if that was brilliant or freaky. Storm would probably appreciate it more than me.
I covered my face, placed my pen down, and took the piece of paper. This really wasn't something I could ignore.
I pushed my pile of papers to the side and stood up, yet my hair did not fall to rest completely against my back. The ends of it drifted around, like... what plants underwater might do.
At the moment, the length was comparable to Sun's or Storm's hair, but based on what had happened earlier, I knew it could lengthen and shorten.
The strands felt like normal hair to me. I let the hair slip through my fingers. It was soft and fine. Yet when Metal had tried to cut the hair off, red lashes had appeared on his skin from where the hair had struck him.
In other words, the hair could harden like a weapon.
It had also reacted to my mood, drooping down when I felt depressed, stiffening when I felt uneasy. If I didn't learn to control my hair's reactions, I would give myself away much too easily.
I sighed, my hair falling limply against my back, just as dispirited as I was.
Well, I'm currently stuck in confinement. Might as well get my own situation in hand.
I began experimenting, willing the hair to respond to my wishes. All it did was behave like normal hair -- it moved not an inch in the direction I wanted it to. It just continued floating about. That part wasn't like normal hair. Blankly, I tried to make my hair curl around the hilt of my sword, but it didn't respond. No matter how much I pictured it happening, it still didn't happen.
I clicked my tongue, annoyed. My hair suddenly jerked at the ends.
Don't tell me the key is my mood...
I rubbed my temples.
That didn't explain, however, why my hair had reached out to the paperwork for me, or why it had attacked Metal. Was it reacting to my mood and desires? Did it actually have a mind of its own? I really didn't want to think of my hair as "alive."
Even the Pope had confessed that he had never seen something like this before, but there was still much to be learned about Resurrection, given how few could cast it with Grisia's rate of success. It was thought that if the caster were to pay a price, the person being revived would not suffer any side effects. According to the lore then, since Grisia had paid a price to ensure a perfect Resurrection, the result of my hair could not be a "price"...
Is this truly a "gift" then, like what I surmised?
I rubbed my temples once more. My hair curled around my wrists.
I spent the next day experimenting, this time trying to get a better handle of my subconscious desires. With my legs crossed, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to relax my whole body. My hair relaxed along with me. I emptied my thoughts and focused only on my breathing.
Inhale.
My chest rose.
Exhale.
I breathed out.
Inhale.
I breathed in once more.
Exhale.
I let it all out.
My teacher, although not an expert in sword-fighting, was an expert in freeing himself from his emotions and emptying his mind while fighting. He had total control over his state of mind, and that led to him being a formidable fighter despite his weaker skills. I'd learned from him how to do the same.
I let myself relax, my guilt and worries subsiding. They were still a part of me, but no longer were they at the forefront and making my hair twitch.
Perhaps the key to having my hair behave would be keeping myself composed even more than usual. I felt my hair rest against my back. Calm. At peace. No longer waving about. A passable first step.
I picked up my paperwork and continued writing.
Not long after, I already had to put my control to the test. On the fifth day after I'd died and came back to life, Sun finally woke up. Metal was the one who brought the news. I myself had only been awake for two days.
When I heard that Sun had awoken, I bowed my head, relief flowing through me, but even then, I could not help worrying.
"Did he show any strange behavior?" I asked Metal.
Was his hair color truly the price? The only price?
Can I really hope that I have not taken anything graver from Sun?
Metal nodded furiously. "He totally did!"
My heart lurched, and my hair turned ramrod straight. Metal immediately held up his hands to calm me down.
"What I mean is, he was really forthcoming with the particulars of the situation. I actually thought him dependable," Metal explained while scratching his cheek.
If even Metal thought so, then Sun must have felt really dependable to everyone. That made me smile, though it also sent a pang of guilt through me once more. Even Sun had learned to be more forthcoming. Yet now I was hiding things.
No, rather, I should say, I'd always been hiding...
I'd hidden this from him for three long years already, ever since the day Grisia's teacher had confided in me and trusted me as Grisia's safeguard. Three long years, even before we took up our positions. All this time, I'd kept the secret deep within, having pledged to myself that I would protect Grisia's path.
I'd kept the secret...
Even to my deathbed.
I closed my eyes.
I had thought my conviction to be stronger than this.
Should I tell him? But... What would he think?
I...
My hair curled protectively around my neck like a scarf, the calm I'd tried to maintain long gone.
I...
If Sun were to find out, what would he think of himself?
What would he...
My eyes fluttered open. I reached my hand up to the hair around my neck. I gripped it tightly.
Would he...
...leave...
I don't want you to doubt yourself, Sun.
I... don't want you to leave.
Metal went on to describe Sun's orders to each of them. Leaf, Metal, and Blaze were stationed at the Holy Temple to oversee it and watch over me. Metal explained that Storm had been left in charge with Adair and Vidar to help him, Stone was off to the palace to explain the situation to the king, that there was a lich causing havoc, Ice and Moon were patrolling the city with their platoons, Hell was keeping an eye on Silent Eagle, and Cloud and Earth had accompanied Sun out into the city.
"What are they planning to do?" I asked Metal.
"Investigate. That's all Sun said," Metal answered.
I frowned.
Metal bit his lips, and with shining eyes, said, "Don't worry, Captain Judgment. We all pledged that we would find the murderer for you and send her to hell!"
My hair uncurled from my neck and reached over to Metal.
"Oh my God of Light, I think your hair likes me now!" he gasped and reached a shaking hand out to pet my hair. The hair quivered appreciatively.
I sighed.
For the rest of the day, I continued meditating in the confinement chamber, trying to gain better control of my hair and my emotions. I was glad that Leaf was one of the ones who had stayed behind at the Holy Temple -- I wanted to ask him about his eyes.
How much has his eyes improved?
I had heard from him that his eyesight had improved, but he hadn't made any mention of it after his initial confession.
It was while I was pondering over Leaf's eyes that Sun's voice suddenly rang out from within my head.
“Twelve Holy Knights, hear my command!”
I shook my head in fond exasperation even while warmth spread through me, relief at hearing his voice. Only Sun could have learned telepathy so soon after waking up from resurrecting someone.
“Listen to me. Scarlet is about to escape from the city. I need all of you to immediately..."
I stood up, hair cascading down my back, curling around the hilt of my sword. I laid my hand on top of it.
It was time to leave this room.
to be continued
Apparently, I like to write Lesus doubting himself. :'D
Next part
Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 09:13 am (UTC)Secondly: Usually, I just lurk around various ljs, but clearly that momentarily changed last weekend just because I felt the need to make a reference to Say Yes to the Dress (maybe we can get this drag thing going and call it SYtD: LSK Special?? I won't let this go...) hahahaha I don't even know DX but it ended up being a fun discussion, nonetheless.
Ultimately: Thanks for writing more of this fic!!!! There's something about it that just begs for art! In reading this chapter, I've already made more doodles about Lesus' super hair (His hair as a scarf.... what kind of a fashion statement would that make?? I need to find out... *doodles furiously*).
If Lesus were to name his pet-like super hair, what would the name be? Maybe Grisia would end up naming it... XDDD
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 08:16 pm (UTC)Haha, good thing you spoke up! \o\ I had a lot of fun. XD; You really made the comment count explode, hahahah.
Oh, oh~ *____* Lesus and his super hair scarf, yessss. New fashion statement! Roland can have bunny ear hair and Lesus can have his super hair scarf. XDDD;;
Hmmmm, I wonder! Grisia giving it a name would be fitting. XD;; Maybe it could be a nickname he would have wanted to give Lesus but never did.
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 08:52 pm (UTC)Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 09:01 pm (UTC)Whitey is a splendid name, what are you talking about!
I am under the impression that Grisia was fine at names until after Charlotte...
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 10:02 pm (UTC)I suppose it is! As splendid(ly creative) as naming a black dog Blacky. Grisia's naming skill is one of my favorite comedic aspects of LSK. XD
Yeah, Grisia most likely exhausted all his good names early on with all the babies he had to name.
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-04 10:23 pm (UTC)Aw, affectionate nuzzling~
And then after that-
Grisia: Is your hair cuddling with my hair?
Lesus: ...
Grisia: No wait, is it depressed now?
Lesus: ...It's sad your hair isn't moving.
Grisia must have exhausted all his names after having to name so many babies. *nods* I wonder how many repeats in names there are... With Grisia's memory, maybe he rarely (if ever) repeats a name... XD;; (Which would lead to very obscure names down the line, hahaha)
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-05 12:59 am (UTC).... hair cuddles!! <333 Poor super hair. It must be so lonely. Grisia will have to stick by Lesus to show his hair some extra love (or would this just make the hair sadder, having to see Grisia's unmoving hair all the time??)
They'd totally have a decently-sized audience by this point. Passersby would have tissues in hand, lamenting Lesus' hair's plight (supposed unrequited love?). Maybe even thinking of donating some hair products to the church for Lesus' hair, in hopes of making it feel better (which would make Grisia jealous... although, in turn, he'd probably start taking these gifts for his own hair. Rationalizing that if his hair is happy, Lesus' hair will definitely be happy.)
He seems to have made a personal challenge to name the babies something very interesting that deals with his current predicaments, anyway. It's probably a game for him! Poor Hungri.
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-05 01:32 am (UTC)Hair products! Hair products for everyone! \o\
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-05 01:06 am (UTC)*imagines the two of them sitting in a meeting and while everything else is all business, their hair are having fun playing...*
Earth: will you two tell your hairs to get a room?!?!
Lesus' hair: *pokes Earth angrily before going back to fawning over Grisia's hair*
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-05 01:31 am (UTC)Grisia, so you dote on Lesus's hair huh. |D;;
Hahaha, Earth!! XD
Re: Yay!
Date: 2014-05-05 01:32 am (UTC)Get a room... oh gosh, I love that. And of course, now Earth has to worry about offending Lesus' overprotective super hair. The meetings... are like hair playdates. Must be so awkward for everyone else. Except Leaf, who probably thinks it's quite adorable that even though Grisia's hair lost its color as a resurrection result, Lesus gained a body guard and Grisia's hair has a playmate. xDDD
awesome
Date: 2014-05-04 09:37 am (UTC)Re: awesome
Date: 2014-05-04 08:17 pm (UTC)do not worry I am here
Date: 2014-05-04 10:32 am (UTC)Secondly, yesssss living hair time! <33 *hoards that bonus doodle too*
"wait am I talking to my hair" Lesus' hair is so sweet ahahaha~ At least it's being helpful!
Lesus with living hair is just the cutest image to my mind fhsdbfh who needs animal features if they can have living hair instead!
"Damn hair, listen to my command!" "No thanks I think I'll just float here"
Garghl I just love Lesus (and how you write him) a lot and this fic makes me happy
Lesus let me hug you
Lesus
Lesus I want to hug you
Lesus you're making me cry
(I love you)
(and your hair)
(and your love for Grisia)
Laica, you too are adorable.
AH HE'S SO HAPPY AT HEARING GRISIA'S VOICE HNNNNNGH
GO SAVE YOUR PRINCESS I mean GO GET YOUR REVENGE
Sssssh, self-doubting Lesus is the best <333 angsty drama and fluff are the two things I live off of! Well, aside from sugar, ahaha |D
.....wow, reading the other comments now I started off the same as nezumi, whoop!
Re: do not worry I am here
Date: 2014-05-04 08:25 pm (UTC)(Haha, both of you are doing the first of all thing! XD;;)
Lesus looks so glum in that bonus doodle. |D;;; It's okay Lesus! You'll figure something out!
"No thanks I think I'll just float here" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (Move hair, come on! Stop floating around like...seaweed! Like...jellyfish!)
Lesus. <333333
Somehow my headcanon for Lesus has turned into this. XD;;; Basically the same way I wrote him in Wrong Choice or Not. XDDD;;;
Re: do not worry I am here
Date: 2014-05-04 09:38 pm (UTC)Dat Hair...
Date: 2014-05-04 03:10 pm (UTC)I laughed so hard at that line I don't even xD;;;;; yes Metal, the hair gives its approval... For now >_> I seriously need to know how the hair would react to the whole SM thing though. XD xD
Ahhhh Lesus Lesus Lesus <3333 I have no words... His guilt and worries and absolute CARE for Grisia is just... Ahhhhhhh *flails madly around imitating Le hair*
*flop*
*flail*
*hugs Lesus*
(And Grisia you dense block. While Lesus is there worrying over you and everything so much you go off and have a foursome... Bad bad!)
Re: Dat Hair...
Date: 2014-05-04 08:27 pm (UTC)Aw, no wonder the hair also wants to hug Lesus~
Pffft, Grisia, those rumors aren't going to die so easily!
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Date: 2014-05-04 03:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for continuing this fic. It's no funny. And I totally like Lesus upgraded hair. I think they reflect Lesus personality. So protective toward the people he cares, quick to take action but also kinderhearthed. (They promptly make peace with Metal). Maybe I'm looking too much into thiose hair but they're really too fun!!! ^^
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Date: 2014-05-04 08:30 pm (UTC)The hair is quite protective, hehe. Wow, you are totally analyzing the hair like a proper character! The hair bobs happily at you for thinking so highly of it~
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Date: 2014-05-04 09:34 pm (UTC)I apologize for the mistakes for the "hair" but in my language "it/they" can be singular or plural. It depends on the context. English can be quite tricky, sometimes :)
Anyway it really seems to have a personality very...caring ^^. They even took care to turn the page for his its master ^^So cute!!!
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Date: 2014-05-04 09:39 pm (UTC)In English, "they" can be singular too! It's not used as often, but instead of referring to someone as "he" or "she," "they" can be an alternative.
Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-04 11:42 pm (UTC)(Enlarge it to full size before reading!!!!!!)
http://i922.photobucket.com/albums/ad66/Natsuyukii/hairbwahahah_zps1b17896c.jpg
I don't even know.... Interpret however you want? xDDD
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-04 11:53 pm (UTC)KIYUUUUUUU
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
IT'S SO CUTE
(I was actually thinking of how cute it would be if the hair made hearts???? You actually thought the same and you drew it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
THIS IS CUTENESS
That last panel, oh gosh, Hair, you are so cute. |D;;;;; There's even pie as a present~~~ And they look to be sitting on small stools which means they're in the bathroom, yes~~? What a great place to have their heart-to-heart~~~ And haha, one strand is even pulling on Grisia's hair. |D;; jkaljda;da
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-05 12:05 am (UTC)Yes! You actually noticed the stool ahaha... By the last panel the hair just went crazy so I didn't really invest much time in detailing the clothes and such xD (Actually, it's pretty easy to tell that I got lazier each panel //bricked)
I think Lesus just had the pie to give to Grisia, but his hair probably just took it out for him and stuff....
OMG yes, hair to hair <33333
I was thinking when I started that this is just a scene with the hair going wild with its own little affectionate poking and Lesus trying to explain that he can't help his hair misbehaving... But I think it ended up looking like the hair helping Lesus get through to Grisia with a love confession or something......... looool
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-05 01:34 am (UTC)Grisia's expression in that first panel is cuteness. |D;;; But the last panel looks so stylish~.
Hahaha, it does look like the hair is helping Lesus confess~~ ♥ (So so cute)
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-05 06:15 am (UTC)Personally I like the first panel best too /o/
With the long hair it's really easy to make Lesus look like Chasel! Especially when the bangs aren't in an angle where they're more prominent @.@
(Oh dear... What would Chasel think of this hair? *Imagines Hair being really cuddly with Chasel...'s hair too, they're practically twins!*
Hair, you're so useful... It's pretty much the handiest pet ever xD;;;;
But Lesus would really need to control it soon though o.o I mean, what if they're appearing in public and everyone sees Judgment Knight's hair making hearts at the Sun Knight?!
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-05 10:16 pm (UTC)ANYWAY THIS COMIC IS LOVELY. Perfect love confession. What are you talking about, dear Grisia, Lesus' hair is perfectly subtle and unexpressive |D <3
Re: Hair is the best wingman
Date: 2014-05-05 01:16 pm (UTC)