"I'm not the one you have to placate," he pointed out, as he smoothed out his hair ribbon across his covers and began to gather his hair into a tidier ponytail. "Here we are, captives in a strange land... I think I'd choose my battles more wisely."
And then he had to stop, because he'd started to tie up his hair. Started being the key word here. His hands stilled around the ribbon, and he frowned at nothing in particular as he crossed the ends over each other in various ways.
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Date: 2011-02-09 12:48 pm (UTC)And then he had to stop, because he'd started to tie up his hair. Started being the key word here. His hands stilled around the ribbon, and he frowned at nothing in particular as he crossed the ends over each other in various ways.
Well. That was just cruel.