#im sorry the descriptors i used were so awkward. i genuinely didnt know how to say in fewer words. its so SMOOTH

[rebornofstars]

Hi @kenvamp! Your artwork is so three-dimensional and exquisite and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

“Stop wriggling.” “I’m not wriggling,” Green said. He tried to turn around to face her as she spoke, but a slender, gloved hand pressed down firmly on the side of his skull to keep him in place. “Ow! Zelda.” “Stop wriggling, then,” she repeated. The brush dug into his scalp as she moved it through his hair, thick and slow and soothing. The steady motions made him feel like he was a child again. He grinned to himself. “Are you going to tell me how you got a knot the size of a bird’s egg in the back of your head?” Zelda asked. “I’m surprised Blue didn’t immediately get out the clippers. You know how he gets about untidiness.” “I ran away from him,” Green admitted, and was rewarded by the warm shake of her laughter where their bodies were pressed together, her ankle against his hip, her knee against his elbow. Zelda tucked some of his hair behind his ear with the brush. “How’d you escape?” she asked. “Didn’t,” he said. “Red took the hit for me.” She stopped brushing. He took the chance to turn around and found her giggling silently into her palms, freckles peeking out from behind the powder on her face, glowing pink stone set into her circlet, ginger-brown and bushy-haired and blue-eyed. His best friend. He could still see the ghost of her at six years old, underneath the pink and white fabric and the thick skirts. At ten years old, at twelve, at fourteen. Let’s go check out the festival together!  He crossed his legs like a schoolchild and smirked at her. “Red tackled Blue and the clippers took off half of his eyebrow. And then Red pulled out his fire rod, and the whole house nearly exploded.” “Oh, goddesses,” she gasped through tears of mirth. The huge satin bow keeping her own hair in check crinkled as laughter wracked her. Green slipped the hairbrush from her fingers and gestured for her to turn around. “It was worse than that time with the cat,” he said. “Come on, it’s your turn.” She pulled on the ribbon to free her hair, still giggling, and he started tugging the bristles through the fuzz at her split ends. “You’ve all got dinner with my father tonight as a thank-you for the whole Vaati business,” she said. “I’m not going to be able to keep it together.” “Oh, no,” realised Green, with completely genuine shock. “The king’s not going to ask about Red’s missing eyebrow, will he?” “Um,” she said, because they both knew how curious her father was. “We should have fun watching them try to explain, at least?” “Stop wriggling,” he instructed, as she tried to turn around. “Zelda!”

Fan Joy July Masterpost

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