This Was Too Soft. - Tumblr Posts
🪐 — edward teach ;
@musecraft ( as stede ) sent #81 to: help edward style his hair.
his hair smell nice, still a bit wet and cascading down his back with nothing to hold them up. he closes his eyes, every drop of tension to his muscles drained by the warm and nicely scented water of the bath stede had drawn for him. he can't see stede, sitting behind him on the bed as he is, but he can feel his fingers carding through his hair, thumbs pressing on his scalp in that way of his that makes edward melt under his beautiful, clever hands. fingers touch his neck and he doesn’t even stir, let alone flinch away as he normally would. no, he leans back into it, with a soft, almost keening sound escaping his lips.
❛ stede. 'm going to fall asleep right here and now if you keep this up. ❜ tone heavy and slow, a pleasant drowsiness already making its way through it. and well, with his awful track record when it comes to sleeping more than a few hours each night? it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just drop his head on stede's shoulder and let sleep take him under. edward thinks he could do that, all wrapped up in lavender scent and stede's red robe. the offer to help braid his hair or something forgotten in a corner of his mind.
HE’S MEANT TO BE BRAIDING IT, but stede’s gotten distracted. edward’s hair is long & thick & gorgeous, a dark waterfall shot through with elegant streaks of silver that covers his shoulders like a curtain. & after being soaked & scrubbed in the bath, it flows through his fingers as smooth as silk. but what’s even more beautiful still is the gentle way that edward seems to chase his touch, leaning into his hands at every opportunity. & the delightful responsiveness is only enhanced by the quiet pleased little noises that rise in his throat. stede finds himself chasing those sounds, carefully massaging his scalp. nails softly scratch over the skin, committing to memory the places that elicit a sigh or a shiver. never has he felt so at ease in the presence of another; for the first time in his life, he feels like he might be exactly where he belongs. & he gives a soft hum of affirmation when edward speaks, his fingers never stilling in their loving ministrations as they rub soft concentric circles just above his temple. ❝ sleep then, ❞ he murmurs, lowering his head so that he can whisper in his beloved’s ear. one hand finally untangles itself from the long damp hair then, looping gently around edward’s waist to pull at him until his back presses flush against stede’s chest. then he leans back himself until his shoulders meet the edge of his bunk, half lying down now with edward still safely wrapped up in his arms & one of his softest dressing gowns. ❝ rest now, my darling. i’ll still be right here when you wake. ❞ his lips brush edward’s ear when he speaks, leaving the ghost of a kiss against the side of his face.