You sat behind Charles, He could feel your fingertips gently running through his long dark locks, He stayed still for the most part.

Your hands going through his hair was rather calming, He enjoyed the feeling, He didn't mind it even when you started to braid his hair.

You'd accidentally tug a little to keep the braid firm, Charles wasn't phased by it, Nor was he dramatic as you weaved flowers into his hair.

"Almost done?" He asked in a gentle sigh, a subtle smile slowly forming on his face.