🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair | TF’s Joji to Thomas H

{ Nonverbal Starters }

As a general rule, Thomas had made it clear that he did not like having anyone get near his hair. Having been forced to shave it so often, forced to maintain the appearance of servitude and submission, he had taken to the freedom of expression known best to pirates by growing it out. 

He might have thought it obnoxious a decade ago, pulling it back every day, but now it was all but an act of catharsis to run fingers through his hair and know that nobody could take this from him now. To tie it back and know that it was his choice to appear in such a manner held tremendous – if perhaps vain and foolish – meaning to him. 

Not even James had been permitted to touch his hair without express permission thus far, and though Thomas felt the same coil of distaste he always did at first, noting who it was, and what was being done, soothed his alarm before he could even begin to wonder why it didn’t bother him.  

“Where in Heaven’s name did you manage to find this?” He wondered, fingers lifting up to brush against the delicate petals of the orange tropical flower now fixed behind his ear. It had been days since they left shore – how had the man even managed to preserve it for so long? 

Fascinated, he could not help but smile, “You truly are quite the wonder, aren’t you?” 

@tidefated