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Meline
He remembers the days when she has him brush her hair, honey locks a tangled mess (she knows very well his untangling skills are unrivalled).
His fingers sweep through her honeyed locks, searching and feeling for annoying little knots, and when he does, he pries them apart with the skill of a master knot-untangler, never once tugging on her hair too hard, never once hearing her whimper in discomfort.
(Eddelrittuo clucks her tongue in annoyance - somehow, the Terran boy does her job better than she does.)
He longs to shed his gloves and run his fingers through her hair.