fandomtownies | The Magpie Emporium, Monday [09/12]

There was tinsel hanging rakishly off of the pommel on Steph's beanie when she returned from a lunch run. There was also tinsel hanging off of the straws in the drink caddy she was holding, albeit not rakishly.

She put down the bag of grilled cheese and tomato soup and came over to see what kinds of sparkly new math rocks they had on display today, only to get distracted by what she thought was tinsel stuck in Vi's hair, and...

"I think you might need a haircut."

"Huh," Vi replied very intelligently, hand automatically going to the side she kept short and not the growth at the nape of her neck that was looking decidedly scraggly.

"When did that happen?" Steph wondered, reaching up to play with said scraggly hair at the back of Vi's neck. "I think I kind of like it, actually, but it has definitely gotten kind of long."

Look, she was happy to help Vi maintain the side shave, but that was the extent of her hair cutting abilities.

Vi had been to a professional hairdresser maybe once in her life, and it'd been Illyana's idea. The explanation was probably in there somewhere.

She leaned back into Steph's touch. "How long is long?"

Long enough it was a surprise you/I> hadn't noticed, Vi.

"About --" Steph ran her fingers down the length of Vi's hair and made a point of touching her back when she got to the ends of it. And then kept her hand there, because why wouldn't she? "It's a good look on you, actually."

Like she'd ever think anything wasn't a good look on Vi.

Including an emo goth clown phase?

Vi shivered pleasantly and leaned back against Steph's hand, because why wouldn't she?

"Yeah, that is kinda long," she said. "Too easy to grab. In the unfun way."

It was Steph, of course she'd find that hot too. The tight pants might have something to do with that.

"But also in the fun way," she said lightly, rubbing circles against Vi's back. "Time to book you an appointment, then? It would just end in tears if I did it."

Tight pants with rips in the thighs no less.

"I always know I'm gonna have fun when your hands are in my hair," Vi said, kissing her shoulder with a bittersweet smile. "Besides, it probably wouldn't be the worst I'd ever had."

Much as Vi'd believed that there was nothing Mom wasn't the best at at the time (with Dad or Vander alternating seconds), hindsight made it clear that wasn't really true for hair-cutting.

Uh, yeah. Obviously.

"I can try if you want me to," Steph offered, though she didn't look incredibly enthused about the idea. "Or we could both go? I could use a trim, these split ends are getting rough."

She studied Vi's face for a moment. "Besides, I get my hands in your hair, I'm not sure I should be handling scissors."

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," Vi told her seriously. "We can make a date of it."

She paused significantly, then innocent and pure as the driven snow "Never thought I hear you disparage your scissoring skills though."

"Not our usual kind of date," Steph said wryly before dissolving in a fit of snickers.

"Oh, good one. Walked right into that."

"We'll have to keep our hands to ourselves," Vi said thoughtfully kissing her shoulder again.

"It was kinda obvious."

Steph laughed. "Yeah, I mean, I'm sure they'd be nice enough to let us hold hands but then they'd have trouble walking around us."

No, Steph, they'd probably hate you both.

She leaned in to kiss Vi's cheek.

"Glad you approve of my skills, though."

As if proving a point, Vi reached for Steph's hand. "We'll just have to make up for it later."

She smiled at her. "I mean, given how I benefit from them."

To back up that point, Saffron suddenly woke up from her nap and made a grumbling noise before going back to sleep.

"We will need a shower afterward to get rid of all the little hair bits," Steph pointed out, squeezing her hand. "And you know how we like to be efficient about that."

Sure. Those extra long joint showers were very efficient.

"You know how it is," she added with a grin. "I like to make my girl happy."

"We do." They were the two cleanest girls on the island.

"You're very good at that," Vi assured her.

Yes. Clean. That was the most accurate way to describe them.

Steph leaned in and hugged her for a moment, then started to try and tug her toward where their lunch was laid out.

"Was that..." She glanced up at Vi's hair. "Worrying about people grabbing your hair, was that a big thing?"

No one could find any fault with them whatsoever. (They saved that for themselves.)

Vi easily let Steph pull her, not least because lunch smelled pretty great.

"I mean I was usually the one hair-pulling," she replied softly, without a single trace of shame, it was far from the dirtiest move she was comfortable with using. "But, yeah, just people being able to get a hold on me in general."

(And did they ever love to find fault with themselves, although they'd vehemently defend each other from... themselves.)

Steph slid a sandwich and cup of soup over to Vi, then reached up to touch the short-cropped hair on the side of her head. "Was that part of why you went with this haircut?"

As if she'd object to Vi fighting dirty.

(They'd kick the ass of whoever tried to say the kind of things they thought about themselves sometimes.)

"No, it would've been smarter to just cut it all off." Vi leaned into the touch as she dipped a corner of the sandwich in the soup. "At first, Vander wasn't great at haircuts either, and then Powder tried to help fix it. It was a mess, but I kinda liked it. Eventually I figured out what worked and how to do it on purpose."

(There was nothing weird about this, okay? It made sense.)

Steph ran her fingers idly over Vi's hair, enjoying the texture and also just the contact with her, as always.

"And now you have me to help you with it," she said, unwrapping her own sandwich with her one free hand. "I've always liked this haircut on you, from the first time we met. I thought pretty much right away that you were going to be cool as hell. Did not expect to fall head over heels in love, though."

(They had a lot of issues they were working through.)

Vi's eyes drifted halfway closed and she made a noise that Saffron would be insulted to hear called a purr. "I thought you were cute," she said, smiling as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Then you gave me shit about stealing your clothes, and you were kind."

It hadn't taken much more than that.

(But at least they were pretty while they worked through things.)

"And now here we are," Steph said, looking at her with a fond smile. "Still giving each other shit, but lovingly."

And still totally not living together. Shut up.

(They were always pretty.)

Vi swallowed and smiled back. "Still stealing your clothes too."

It didn't mean anything that Vi had a key. She also had a key to the store and she didn't live here either.

"Still looking amazing in them," Steph replied, grinning back at her as she dunked her sandwich into her soup and took a bite. "And out of them."

Saffron thought it was a travesty that Vi didn't live here. She also thought Food Human was being insufferable again.

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