[Aww, Yves. Since he likes love so much, he can get a memory full of love.]
Dress pants, dress shirt, vest, bowtie, and finally a dress coat. Ali always wears suits, but tonight he is dressed up in finer clothes than he's worn in a long, long time. With just the light of the candles in the room, Ali finishes styling his own hair and looking himself over. Perfect.
When he looks over to Concord, however, he sees that his companion is still struggling with his own bowtie. Not only that, but there is a noticeable gap in his shirt that even his coat wouldn't cover. Those poor buttons were doing their best, but anything would struggle covering up this man. Concord just looks over at Ali hopelessly while Ali sighs.
"Here, let me help you."
Luckily Ali knows a thing or two about fabrics, and he tugs in a few spots on the shirt to loosen up the fabric in the front. Then he ties the bowtie around Concord's collar, further concealing the defect in Concord's outfit. Nodding to himself, Ali grabs Concord's coat to help him slide it on. Concord's long hair is still down and free, so Concord is going to need that help.
"It's stiff," Concord complains as he slips on the tight-sleeved coat, which is the current style, "How am I supposed to defend anyone like this?"
"You're not going out on a battlefield, dear, it's just a birthday party. Nobody would dare attack with all of your soldiers around anyway." Ali, ever the perfectionist, smoothes out the cloth of the coat before giving Concord the okay to button up the front. Luckily the coats only button halfway up the chest, so there will be no button-straining issues there.
Concord does up the three pairs of buttons on his coat as he talks. "Even in peacetime it's good to be vigilant."
"Be vigilant on a day that isn't your birthday then. It's not every day that you turn 900." Ali pauses and considers Concord's hair. "Are you wearing it down, or do you want me to put it up?"
Concord actually looks a little embarrassed at the request. They've been a 'thing' for centuries now, and Concord still gets shy about intimate things like this. The reply comes quietly, as if he's avoiding the ears of everyone else except Ali. "Braid please."
Ali finds it cute. It's a reminds him that despite Concord's tough exterior, he is absolutely a soft guy on the inside. This just makes him feel...well, he can't say how he feels. Maybe someday, but not yet. And not on Concord's birthday either.
Ali grabs the comb and a length of ribbon from a dressing table in the room. Concord has to sit down in a chair for Ali to reach everything, but as soon as Concord is seated Ali stars running the comb through the long hair, carefully checking the shimmering white hair for any knots or tangles. It's always flawless, Concord's hair is like magic, but combing out Concord's hair has been a nightly tradition between them for some time now. It's just happening a bit earlier in the evening this time.
Ali looks up to check on Concord, who has his eyes closed and a smile playing at his lips as he enjoys the feel of Ali combing his hair. This makes Ali smile, and he combs the hair a bit longer than needed just so Concord can feel happy in the moment. But they can't stay like that all night, so eventually Ali shifts to diving the hair into groups and twisting those groups around each other, forming an intricate braid from the base of Concord's head all the way down to the ends of the hair. When he's done, he secures the braid with a ribbon, which is twisted around several times before finally being tied in a bow.
Stepping back and setting the comb down, Ali says "All done. It's time to go, everyone is waiting for you."
Concord is reluctant to stand up, but eventually he does, and he offers his arm out to Ali. Ali smiles and takes it, ready to spend a night dancing and celebrating his most important person in the world.
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Dress pants, dress shirt, vest, bowtie, and finally a dress coat. Ali always wears suits, but tonight he is dressed up in finer clothes than he's worn in a long, long time. With just the light of the candles in the room, Ali finishes styling his own hair and looking himself over. Perfect.
When he looks over to Concord, however, he sees that his companion is still struggling with his own bowtie. Not only that, but there is a noticeable gap in his shirt that even his coat wouldn't cover. Those poor buttons were doing their best, but anything would struggle covering up this man. Concord just looks over at Ali hopelessly while Ali sighs.
"Here, let me help you."
Luckily Ali knows a thing or two about fabrics, and he tugs in a few spots on the shirt to loosen up the fabric in the front. Then he ties the bowtie around Concord's collar, further concealing the defect in Concord's outfit. Nodding to himself, Ali grabs Concord's coat to help him slide it on. Concord's long hair is still down and free, so Concord is going to need that help.
"It's stiff," Concord complains as he slips on the tight-sleeved coat, which is the current style, "How am I supposed to defend anyone like this?"
"You're not going out on a battlefield, dear, it's just a birthday party. Nobody would dare attack with all of your soldiers around anyway." Ali, ever the perfectionist, smoothes out the cloth of the coat before giving Concord the okay to button up the front. Luckily the coats only button halfway up the chest, so there will be no button-straining issues there.
Concord does up the three pairs of buttons on his coat as he talks. "Even in peacetime it's good to be vigilant."
"Be vigilant on a day that isn't your birthday then. It's not every day that you turn 900." Ali pauses and considers Concord's hair. "Are you wearing it down, or do you want me to put it up?"
Concord actually looks a little embarrassed at the request. They've been a 'thing' for centuries now, and Concord still gets shy about intimate things like this. The reply comes quietly, as if he's avoiding the ears of everyone else except Ali. "Braid please."
Ali finds it cute. It's a reminds him that despite Concord's tough exterior, he is absolutely a soft guy on the inside. This just makes him feel...well, he can't say how he feels. Maybe someday, but not yet. And not on Concord's birthday either.
Ali grabs the comb and a length of ribbon from a dressing table in the room. Concord has to sit down in a chair for Ali to reach everything, but as soon as Concord is seated Ali stars running the comb through the long hair, carefully checking the shimmering white hair for any knots or tangles. It's always flawless, Concord's hair is like magic, but combing out Concord's hair has been a nightly tradition between them for some time now. It's just happening a bit earlier in the evening this time.
Ali looks up to check on Concord, who has his eyes closed and a smile playing at his lips as he enjoys the feel of Ali combing his hair. This makes Ali smile, and he combs the hair a bit longer than needed just so Concord can feel happy in the moment. But they can't stay like that all night, so eventually Ali shifts to diving the hair into groups and twisting those groups around each other, forming an intricate braid from the base of Concord's head all the way down to the ends of the hair. When he's done, he secures the braid with a ribbon, which is twisted around several times before finally being tied in a bow.
Stepping back and setting the comb down, Ali says "All done. It's time to go, everyone is waiting for you."
Concord is reluctant to stand up, but eventually he does, and he offers his arm out to Ali. Ali smiles and takes it, ready to spend a night dancing and celebrating his most important person in the world.