Happy to continue toying with the golden strands, Elidibus smiles when Dimitri leans into his ministrations. That's as good of a request as any. So he lifts his other hand to join the first and threads it into the taller man's hair. If his arms grow tired of being lifted so, he does not show it.
Instead he continues to comb through in repetitive motions. From time to time his nails gently scrape, a change in pressure teasing the barest of scalp massages. Clearly he's indulging himself - but Elidibus is not going to draw attention to that himself. Dimitri is clever enough to see that for himself.
Especially when he sections out a small portion and begins to weave the tiniest of braids with clever fingers.
As wordy as the Ancient can be, he appears to be perfectly content with the silence, communicating through touch alone.
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Instead he continues to comb through in repetitive motions. From time to time his nails gently scrape, a change in pressure teasing the barest of scalp massages. Clearly he's indulging himself - but Elidibus is not going to draw attention to that himself. Dimitri is clever enough to see that for himself.
Especially when he sections out a small portion and begins to weave the tiniest of braids with clever fingers.
As wordy as the Ancient can be, he appears to be perfectly content with the silence, communicating through touch alone.