#BlueEyesSamurai

[the-disaster-in-waiting]

Let me let your hair down

(Mizu x Black Reader)

"Please Mizu" She whispered softly her accent thicker comfortable in the room with the only other that understands her, staring at Mizu's form through the paravent her eyes easily ignoring the ornate designs painstakingly made for the simple form of the one secret she got to keep to herself. "No" Mizu's tone was dead and set in stone as always.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that but felt her irritation simmer down as she saw the beautiful woman emerge in a long stiff dress form tight and loose where the designer had chosen and her chest showing more than Mizu was comfortable with.

"I wear this dress. This is enough" Mizu's English still felt stilted as she learnt from those she could but around (Y/N) she didn't worry too much about her mistakes.

"If you really wish to find and seduce this man hair down could help-" As Mizu sat (Y/N) ran her fingers through the long straight strands reminding herself of when she herself had such luxury to play with her own. "-and I believe you will look beautiful with it" she finished kissing Mizu's exposed collar bone.

"No hair up" Mizu closed her eyes fighting a small shiver at (Y/N)'s small gesture. (Y/N) smiled knowing Mizu returned her affection in her own way. She grabbed a brush scowling subtly at the texture before combing through the hair and laying it around her arm to figure out how to style it if she couldn't get her way.

"Down, leave it down" Mizu whispered looking at (Y/N) through the mirror she smiled the tiniest bit knowing the happiness it would bring (Y/N).

"You know..." (Y/N) began "When I grew up my hair was beautiful nothing like yours-" she paused grabbing some oils to softly run through the hair and bring it a shine. "- I liked to let it grow as large as I could I'd only cut it when a curl got out of place and my Maame would braid it till it could reach my bottom" she laughed at the memory "and then... when I came here they cut it told me they were protecting me gave me these wigs instead" she looked to the five or so wigs either laying on tables or on a mannequin to be restyled.

Mizu led her hand up to hold (Y/N)'s knowing the memories were difficult before letting (Y/N) continue her work.

"Someday. Someday it'll grow back" she gently tapped Mizu to stand happy with the long oiled hair that hung behind her like a cape her lord would hear but instead of coloured with gold and gems it was a simple beautiful black ebony silk darker than even hers hanging pin straight down her back like it followed her mission to be serious and dead straight to the point.

As Mizu stood and looked to (Y/N) she gently ran her hands over the scalp small coiled curls emerging before pulling her into a kiss hands still gently running over the soft curls before parting.

"Soon we leave".