♛*stretches out on the couch* How I’ve missed answering questions for you darlings. Been nearly a month. Louis and I have been off the grid.

We’re back now, for the time being. He’s sitting beside me now rolling his eyes at your comment, but I’m defending you! His hair is absolutely – positively – amazingly beautiful, although not as gorgeous as mine, of course. Mine is more of an experience than a simple physical material. 

You know, now that I’m reflecting on it, his hair looks most sexy when it’s wet, either damp from the misty rain we get in New Orleans, or when it’s made almost liquid in some secluded pool rigged with lighting under the surface. He likes to swim under water, and when his head rises above the surface, the way his hair sweeps forward around his neck… it’s almost as if it moves under his command, as part of his own personal brand of witchcraft. Very sexy when it’s sticking in vein-shapes to his flesh from bloodsweat… *flicks at his fang* Now you’ve got me drooling. How embarrassing…

*Adjusts position, wipes at his chin, composes himself* Of course he lets me brush his hair! Louis prefers a wide-toothed comb or finger-combing. He dislikes the chemical fragrances of your usual modern haircare products, but every so often I earn the reward of sharing a steaming hot bath in which I am permitted to lather his hair up with organic shampoo and conditioner. Lately, he prefers these almond or mint scented.

I tend not to brush my hair often, as it separates the twists, but I do love to have it pulled when we are engaged in that special kind of heated debate… And fortunately for me, he loves to pull it.