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"Oh this is it!" Guts groaned outloud in the dark room, startling his once sleeping lover awake.
Griffith slowly rose up to his elbows and rubbed his eyes, "just what on earth are you rambling about,Guts?" He asked with a yawn.
"This!" He pointed directly at Griffith's hair, the man immediately took full offense, being as prideful he is about his appearance.
"What about it?" Griffith ran his hands questionably through a section of his own hair.
"I wake up with mouthfuls of it practically getting shoved down my throat."
...
Is this why he had woken him up? Seriously??
Griffith couldn't help but laugh at this stupid fucking observation when he said, "Guts I am tired. It feels like a bulldozer just ran through my body, that bulldozer is you." He flicked the other's forehead. "I'll head back to sleep now. Goodnight-"
"No come back!" Guts stopped him urgently making him raise an eyebrow at the weird action.
Guts sat up straight on the bed and lit up a candle before gesturing for Griffith to sit up.
"No way." His ass is on literal fire right now. He's not sitting on Anything.
"Just indulge me for a second." He grumbled angrily and lifted Grifith up with him either way earning himself a sharp glare. He positioned the slender man to lay between his legs, still allowing his upper body support.
"I won't be long I promise." He didn't bother with grabbing the hair brush and did his best to section the thick snowy curls into three before he started twisting.
"Just what exactly are you doing?" Griffith yawned once more with a slight shiver due to his naked body being exposed to the cold all of a sudden.
"Solving this problem once and for all." The dramatic reply made Griffith huff a laugh. Guts's hands worked delicately, smoothly. Grabbing a piece, crossing it with another, then putting the third in between. And repeated until all the way down.
Griffith sighed comfortably as his body naturally started to sag down. He threw his head back as Guts massaged his scalp as well before finishing the long braid.
The other man couldn't help but smile fondly and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead as he pulled the blanket over his lover once more.
"Satisfied?" Griffith murmured and turned his head to the right on Guts's bare chest.
"Very much so." Of course he was, now that that huge mess of curls was out of his face. He wrapped his arms around the man laying on him before pecking his forehead affectionately.
"Sleep well, my love." He wished more than told as he surrendered to his closing eyelids as well.
Griffith hummed mindlessly, "I'll always sleep well as long as I have your arms wrapped around me." And turned around in order to press a kiss to the other's lips.
Guts doesn't know that he'll wake up with that same mouthful of curls in his mouth, Braid or not.
What he does know is that with the way Griffith looked so content as he braided his hair, he'd definitely do it every single night even if it were useless.