"This'll match you well, I think." Charles murmured softly, a fond lilt to his words. A low hum vibrated in his throat as he sat behind you, strong fingers gently combing through your hair while he braided feathers into the strands. As brawny as Charles was, he was always soft and careful with you, as if you would shatter from the lightest touch.

Since it was around thanksgiving, you felt it would be festive to have Charles braid turkey feathers into your hair. Not to mention that he had some, and you wanted to match with him.