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Therapy Sessions, #8: Unruly (Ace Attorney)
Title: Unruly
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Prompt: What makes him embarrassed?
Characters: Simon Blackquill, Athena Cykes
Word Count: 610
Summary: Simon's hair is too long.
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
She could see the firmness in his chest, every scar and mark he'd ever gotten in prison, but she refused to let it distract her. He was uncomfortable enough for the both of them, so there was no need to get all flustered or starstruck. Absolutely not!
She simply pulled his hair back, draping it over his shoulders as he looked on in the mirror in front of them.
It wasn't quite as long as hers—no, not even close—but certainly impressive.
"It is unruly," Simon said.
"It's long," Athena corrected. "So let's cut it. You said you wanted to."
He wasn't about to admit that he didn't have the patience for the level of care his hair required— that he grew it out in prison, not out of choice, but out of neglect, and that the only times he ever cut it were when they made him. Now that he was a free man, he had a lot more to worry about regarding proper grooming and social norms, and he hated it.
Next to him, leaning against the wall, was his sword. It was a little long for a narrow space like an apartment bathroom, but it was maneuverable, and he was nothing if not careful with it. He reached for the blade and Athena stepped back on cue, grinning.
"It'll be just like in the movies!" she exclaimed. "You're sure about this, right?"
Simon hesitated. "It was your idea."
"Only because you said it kept getting in your way," she reminded him. "Plus you wouldn't let me take you to a salon, so this was the only thing I could think of." Somehow, he only looked more embarrassed, and not at all assured. He grumbled, to which she kept going: "It'll be fine. Even if it doesn't go perfectly, I'm here to help."
"Fine."
He gave in, if only just to get it over with. Both watched the blade carefully as he lifted it, and with his other hand, he gripped the bulk of his messy hair until it was in a tight ponytail of sorts. Athena stayed out of his way, but guided the blade to the base of the tail until it was in an acceptable position to slice through it. Her hands lingered over his when they stopped.
"Ready?"
"No," he replied. His voice was firm and unwavering, but she clicked her tongue, taking it for the joke it was.
"Stop shaking so much," she scolded. She squeezed his hand until it was still. A sigh escaped her lips, and she took a deep breath. "Okay. Three—two—one—"
It was one smooth, coordinated motion. Athena let go, allowing Simon to pull the blade across, and it was over almost as soon as it had begun. He held his now-detached ponytail in his hand, staring in disbelief as some shorter chunks and strands fell to the floor.
That was it?
It wasn't quite like the movies. The ends remaining were split, rough, uneven or some combination of the three, and his hair slightly misshapen as a result. Athena couldn't help but laugh, worsening his mood as he stared at himself; but before he could lose his temper, she rested both her hands on his shoulders and pressed gently to keep him calm. He reminded her now of what he looked like when he was young: when he did keep his hair short, and when he smiled a lot more.
She decided she wanted more of that.
She reached over him, leaning in close as she grabbed the scissors they had prepared beside the sink.
"I'll take it from here."
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Prompt: What makes him embarrassed?
Characters: Simon Blackquill, Athena Cykes
Word Count: 610
Summary: Simon's hair is too long.
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
She could see the firmness in his chest, every scar and mark he'd ever gotten in prison, but she refused to let it distract her. He was uncomfortable enough for the both of them, so there was no need to get all flustered or starstruck. Absolutely not!
She simply pulled his hair back, draping it over his shoulders as he looked on in the mirror in front of them.
It wasn't quite as long as hers—no, not even close—but certainly impressive.
"It is unruly," Simon said.
"It's long," Athena corrected. "So let's cut it. You said you wanted to."
He wasn't about to admit that he didn't have the patience for the level of care his hair required— that he grew it out in prison, not out of choice, but out of neglect, and that the only times he ever cut it were when they made him. Now that he was a free man, he had a lot more to worry about regarding proper grooming and social norms, and he hated it.
Next to him, leaning against the wall, was his sword. It was a little long for a narrow space like an apartment bathroom, but it was maneuverable, and he was nothing if not careful with it. He reached for the blade and Athena stepped back on cue, grinning.
"It'll be just like in the movies!" she exclaimed. "You're sure about this, right?"
Simon hesitated. "It was your idea."
"Only because you said it kept getting in your way," she reminded him. "Plus you wouldn't let me take you to a salon, so this was the only thing I could think of." Somehow, he only looked more embarrassed, and not at all assured. He grumbled, to which she kept going: "It'll be fine. Even if it doesn't go perfectly, I'm here to help."
"Fine."
He gave in, if only just to get it over with. Both watched the blade carefully as he lifted it, and with his other hand, he gripped the bulk of his messy hair until it was in a tight ponytail of sorts. Athena stayed out of his way, but guided the blade to the base of the tail until it was in an acceptable position to slice through it. Her hands lingered over his when they stopped.
"Ready?"
"No," he replied. His voice was firm and unwavering, but she clicked her tongue, taking it for the joke it was.
"Stop shaking so much," she scolded. She squeezed his hand until it was still. A sigh escaped her lips, and she took a deep breath. "Okay. Three—two—one—"
It was one smooth, coordinated motion. Athena let go, allowing Simon to pull the blade across, and it was over almost as soon as it had begun. He held his now-detached ponytail in his hand, staring in disbelief as some shorter chunks and strands fell to the floor.
That was it?
It wasn't quite like the movies. The ends remaining were split, rough, uneven or some combination of the three, and his hair slightly misshapen as a result. Athena couldn't help but laugh, worsening his mood as he stared at himself; but before he could lose his temper, she rested both her hands on his shoulders and pressed gently to keep him calm. He reminded her now of what he looked like when he was young: when he did keep his hair short, and when he smiled a lot more.
She decided she wanted more of that.
She reached over him, leaning in close as she grabbed the scissors they had prepared beside the sink.
"I'll take it from here."