NEW ARCANA ANIMATIC WITH ASRA IS UP ON YOUTUBE

Nadia:*breathes*

Portia: There’s a lesbian streak in me

Nadia: Lucio may I speak with you,in private?

Lucio: Oh someone’s trouble!!

Lucio: I’m in trouble, I dont know why I did that.

Julian: I would like to start with some acting exercises.

Nadia: YOU TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE NO EXERCISE!

Lucio: Babe calm down this dude cost us 200 bucks.

Nadia: WHAT THE FUCK!?

Spring Wedding Nadia is done!

Shoes were painted over, painted/added the gems to the jewelry, sewn the forearm wraps, painstakingly made the veil and dress. (Lots of handsewn, beaded, dyed lace)

However, I didn’t want to hand dye the lace for the veil. It didn’t look right to me, so I just translated the colors to Swarovski crystals.

She’s a WAY more glittery and pretty in person.

It’s fitted for @catacosplay to wear her for an official shoot!

Now to finish Julians spring wedding outfit next! (I just gotta figure out how to bling him out too lol)

Pampered

Nadia x GN!Reader

word count: 1,008

For giveaway winner: @the-arcana-girls (I hope you like it! If not, please message me and I’ll write you something else?)

Nadia gazed upon the apprentice as they looked at their newly stocked wardrobe in shock. Gowns made of the finest silk hung delicately alongside shirts covered in beautiful patterns, and various other cloth items filled up the previously bare space.

“I.. This is too much nadia!” The apprentice finally sputters after lightly touching a glittering scarf that was the same hue as their eyes. They reluctantly tear their gaze from the luxurious items to peer at their lover with wide eyes. Nadia smiled at them, amusement dancing across her countenance as she took a sip of her wine.

“My love, nothing is too much for you.” She says with a light laugh, patting the cushion next to her position. Large, stuffed pillows ranging in colors filled the space around the countess, creating a rather comfortable sitting area, along with a short, darkly colored wooden table with gold accents which held a delicate tea set atop its surface.

The apprentice made their way over and sat down obediently, an objection on their lips, but was unable to properly speak as a chocolate covered fruit was pressed against them.

“Here, taste this.” Nadia said, holding the fruit with carefully trimmed nails, as to not get chocolate on her fingers. The apprentice semi-reluctantly opened their mouth, and aloud nadia to feed them, a light blush coating their cheeks. Slowly chewing, their eyes gleamed and they let out a noise of contentment, causing nadia to laugh lightly.

The taller woman pulled the apprentice by the shoulders, moving them to lay against her chest, and began to comb her fingers through their hair.

“Let me pamper you, my dear.” Nadia coos in a low voice, lightly blowing warm air against their neck which caused them to gently shiver. Slowly, they forced their body to relax against the woman, and let out a small sigh. A smile pulled at her plump lips, and she chuckles once again.

“I really don’t need all of those clothes Nadia, they’re so.. Nice.” The apprentice finally speaks, disrupting the comfortable and relaxing silence that had begun to settle over the two. Nadia sighed, but continued her ministrations on their hair.

“You may not need them, but I want you to have them. I want to see you dressed in the finest apparel across the lands. I want to give you everything, my love.” A soft kiss to the apprentices forehead ends her sentence.

“Of course, if you’d prefer, I could empty your wardrobe and have you prance around in the nude?” Nadia teases, causing the apprentice to shake her head, blushing all the way to their ears.

“No, no, I’ll wear the clothes.”

“Good.” Nadia nodded in satisfaction, and her hands move from massaging their scalp down to their nape, then to their shoulders.

“How about you try something on for me right now hmm?” She asked, trailing a nail softly along their collar bone, receiving a nice shudder in response.

“Now?” The apprentice opens their eyes, and then sighed slightly, moving to their feet reluctantly. They hadn’t wanted to leave her warmth, and already missed her scent that had lovingly wrapped around them. Nadia once again leaned back, taking the previously abandoned teacup back into her hands. She nodded her head towards the wardrobe, causing her loosely tied hair to set a few strands tumbling into her face.

A few moments later, the apprentice comes out from behind the screen next to the wardrobe. They are wrapped in a tightly fitting bodice covered in tiny shimmering gems. An opaque cloth drapes over the shoulders, shimmering with each movement. Snuggly fitted to their hips, a skirt flares out and covers the rest of their form with a lovely matte color that perfectly complements their skin tone. They do a small spin for the adoring countess, causing the woman to applaud.

“It looks lovely on you, just as I knew it would. How does it feel? Does it fit properly?” Nadia stands up, walking over with a grace that almost seemed unfitting due to her pajama clad form. Her hands rest on their hips, and then their waist, checking to see how it fits.

“It fits perfectly Nadia. It’s incredible too..” They say, glancing at themselves in a mirror hung up on the side of the wardrobe. It had been surprisingly difficult to get into, but it was worth it. It hugged all of their curves perfectly, and somehow managed to hide any insecurities they felt. They had a feeling that the other items would have a similar effect.

Nadia wrapped her long, capable arms around their waist, and hugged them from behind while they look at themselves in the mirror.

“I love you.” She purred, and pressed a chaste kiss against the spot where their shoulder connects to their neck. They turn their head with a smile, and planted a kiss of their own on her forehead. “I love you too.” They stood like that for a little while longer, before nadia pulled away with a calculating look on her face.

“Wait here for a moment.” She said, before beginning to skirt around the room, picking up and putting down various objects and then returned to their side. Her nimble fingers quickly secured a lovely jeweled necklace with a laced chain around their neck, and then looked at the mirror once again, nodding in approval.

“Perfect. Just what it needed.”

The next couple of hours are spent in a similar manner, Nadia dressing up the apprentice like her own personal doll, until they finally got through every new outfit, and matched each one with the perfect accessory. They then laid out on the pillows once again, both clad in comfortable pajamas, and exhausted.  Various servants had entered, and refreshed their tea whenever it had gotten cold, and as the hours grew later, they had brought dinner in for the two as well. Nadia insisted on feeding the apprentice their dinner, and this time they had no objections, feeling their heart swell with love from being pampered all day.

Modern AU

Main Six when MC gets an IUD

Asra

• Agrees wholeheartedly with you when you decide you want one. Having kids right away wasn’t really something he wanted either. That way he has more time with you to himself ♡
• You bet your sweet tushy he’s going with you for the appointment
• Trying to keep you calm before, during, and after the procedure
• With the complications of a shared heart, he may feel the pain when the cervix needs to be dilated or when they put the placement tube in.
• He’s bent over from this bizarre, unfamiliar pain, doctor and nurse look confused
• He brought all the things to try and relax you. Raspberry vine tea, pain meds, (possibly anti-anxiety meds), pads.
• He was distracting you during the procedure as best he could
• When he brought you home he dumps you in bed, all the blankets and heating pads and pillows dumped in an avalanche
• While you nestle in he orders takeout. Probably something like pho so you’ll get some broth
• More raspberry vine tea
• Puts on comfort movies while snuggling you

Julian

• He may have been hoping for kids sooner rather than later but it doesn’t crush him. He’d still like to go on adventures with you before settling down.
• Made sure you ate a light meal and had a good amount of fluids before
• The nurse and doctor kicked him out because he was being a general pain in the ass asking them if they did this that and the other thing and damn near took over himself
• He’s got access to the 800 mg ibuprofen
• Once he’s allowed back in after the procedure is over, he waits with you till you think you can walk to the car.
• Becomes your overly protective healthcare advocate, going after the doctor asking questions you couldn’t
• Damn near carries you to the car.
• Once he’s settled you into bed or on a couch, he starts to make a nutritious dinner with ingredients with the proper nutrients for recovery
• But he has chocolate cake at the ready
• Takes off work till you’re fully recovered
• Reads poetry or a book a loud to you until you fall asleep
• Secretly keeps an eye on you while you rest

Nadia

• *assuming here that the IUD is for hormonal balance rather than contraceptive use*
• Filters through all the doctors available to select the best one. Perhaps she had one herself and recommends that doctor to you
• If she had gone through with getting an IUD before (makes sense with how much she hated Lucio) she has all the things done for you so you don’t have to so much as lift a finger
• She finds the time or schedules around your appointment and holds your hand and massages your arm during the entire procedure
• Everything was ready when she brought you home from the procedure
• Treats you to a luxurious spa treatment
• You’re so relaxed from the procedure and the spa treatment you fall asleep right into her arms

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Muriel

• He almost takes it the wrong way when you bring up the IUD. That you didn’t want kids *with him* specifically. He has a tough exterior and has built walls (literally and figuratively) to protect his emotional self.
• It was a long discussion and working through his emotions at the same time. He may never have considered kids, the thought may have never crossed his mind until this discussion. But what he wants is whatever is best for you.
• Doesn’t entirely know what to do to help before the procedure
• Doesn’t know what to do other than to hold your hand during the procedure
• His very presence in the room intimidates the hell out of the doctor and nurse
• He waits very patiently while you recover in the room. He’s probably rubbing/massaging your arms, maybe laying a large warm hand over the space where it hurts.
• When you’re ready, he carries you home
• Does not let you do anything for yourself. Makes you food, helps you move around.
• As fragile as possible

Portia

• *assuming here that the IUD is for hormonal balance useage and the like rather than contraceptive*
• The conversation wasn’t much, she wasn’t entirely concerned about the why, much more about the when and how.
• Cottagecore Portia prepping the bed or couch with all the blankets and pillows and heating pads *before* so that ee won’t be fussing with it after
• Makes a homemade casserole, soup, or something in a crockpot. Crockpot would probably be best if it’s cooking while she’s with you at the appointment, possibly gets Mazelinka involved
• Reminds you to wear warm fuzzy socks so your feet don’t get cold during
• May or may not have swiped 800mg ibuprofen from Julian’s supplies
• Consoles you before, during, and after.
• Trying to keep your eyes focused on her face when the pain is at it’s worst
• After it’s over and she brings you back home, she keeps a timer for when to take the next pain meds
• Mother hen
• Maybe a crochet or knitting or embroidery project to keep you occupied?
• Feeling like she’d want to watch “who-done-it’s” with you as well
• Won’t even let Pepi touch you

Lucio

• A what
• Mixed feelings about no pregnancy/no kids. He’s probably not the most responsible person to take care of kids anyway.
• Once he’s beyond that conversation he’s your advocate and *only* the best of the best doctors and nurses for you
• He’s not entirely certain as to what to do
• When you wince or gasp from pain he’ll get furious at the doctor and nurse
• Very possibly it’s you trying to calm himdown
• Possibly gets kicked out of the room by staff
• After he’s allowed back in for your recovery you have to explain to him the pain is perfectly normal
• “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gotten you/demanded stronger drugs”
• Or perhaps you told him prior to the operation and he somehow swings stronger painkillers
• At home he hires staff specifically to take care of you around the clock
• If you had separate living arrangements, he’s having you in his bed post procedure for maximum snuggling
• Might even ban the dogs from the bedroom so they don’t accidentally step on you
• Online shopping time for comfort time passing and buys whatever on a whim

Something Lost, Something Gained (Part 2)

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Chaos ensued. I heard Asra calling my name, a woman and a man’s voice calling Asra and Asra’s shock. I heard Lucio scream “MOTHER?!” in sheer terror as a woman with a spear stood up. That was all I could make out as a white light washed over my vision. I felt like I was floating on gentle waters in pure white surroundings.

“It is time. Finally.”

I heard in *my* voice but it wasn’t me. The voice, my voice, sounded relieved and confident. Wait a minute! I heard this same voice when I was trapped with Julian in Death’s realm, before the fight with Valdemar. The voice that showed me how to grab the chains, and destroy them. The Devil’s chains.

I looked for the source, and saw myself standing. Only, it wasn’t entirely me. It was my face, but my eyes looked older, wiser, as if I’d seen more. The entire facial expression looked calmer, stronger than what I saw in the mirror in the morning. She was me and I was her. Different but we were the same, each other.

I had no idea what to say. She reached out her hand, wearing a flowing black robe with a hood.

“Come, it is time for you to remember who you are.”

I reached out my hand, realizing I was wearing the same robe, but white. I grasped her hand. She was much stronger than we appeared. Once I was standing, we looked at each other. Suddenly, I was beginning to grasp what was happening. When Asra resurrected me three years ago, he didn’t have a body and there were complications. He had mentioned that when he tried to help me remember I would get headaches and go catatonic. I felt no headaches, no aches at all. Not the sensation of the robe around me or the ground beneath me, but I was definitely walking. This person before me must be my past self.

“It was more than memories he took away to make us function again. With removing the past, he removed part of you, me. I have always been with you, but we couldn’t be one, ourself. Not until now. And do not blame him, I, we, taught him how to resurrect but he had to improvise, which has all come down to this.” She spread her arms out, gesturing to our surroundings.

I looked around. “Where are we, exactly?”

“It is nowhere. We are merging, finally becoming ourself again. Come, I must show you memories.” She turned and walked, and I followed. What kind of answer is that? Though it certainly looks like nowhere.

And with that thought, we were standing on a beach. Our toes were graced with the waves lapping at the shore. It felt like silk flittering over my feet. We looked out at the sparkling water surrounded by a vast snowy white expanse with conifer trees.

“Home.” She said, and I thought simultaneously. We turned, in sync. Before us was a building whose roof looked like an upside down ship. The doors opened for us and we walked inside. I felt the warmth of the hearth fire event though it was at the far end of the table, at which sat large figures with all kinds of skin and color types and styles. It was a joyful meal, merry with laughter and tales and drink. I turned to look at myself, and she had a smile on her face that was bittersweet.

“This was our family and kin.” She spoke and I understood. My memory was finally grasping each person, including my brothers. On that note, the scene changed. Not like in the world of the Arcana, violent and dizzying. It was gradual and felt natural.

The new scene before us must have been a spring or summer day as the snow was gone. Me and I watched the memory play out. My brothers and I were sparring with rough looking swords and other battle equipment. The ground was flat, obviously a practice area. It looked as we were in our teenage years, the eldest looking to be nearing twenties. I was amazed how I was strong enough to fight my brothers, bearing their weight on my sword and shield.

But there was laughter, it was just practice. Even playful. We switched for different weapons. We battled. Eventually wrestled even. Drenched in sweat we sat and leaned on the benches, one brother simply laid on the ground breathing heavily. A bell, or a gong? Chimed and we ran. For dinner. In the great hall. Our elders asked for details and we spun tails of our “great battles” that had just transpired. Similar scenes played over and over more quickly. I looked back at Me, and she looked on longingly, she looked she was about to cry.

Sensing this, she moved her arm in a great wheel, obstructing my vision. We were now in a large cave with other women. Candle light danced across the walls of the cave, runes and symbols almost seemed to move and glitter. We were gathered around a pool. An elder with tattoos beckoned a “come forward” motion. It was a bizarre feeling myself move out of me. For a second I felt jiggly like some if the fancy desserts I saw at the masquerade. My mind was distracted for a minute. My double turned to me and grabbed the back of my head, as I was aparently falling backwards, or being pulled. She put her finger to her lips and moved her eyes back to the scene. Our past self, definitely younger, was completely submerged in the pool. The pool began to glow and the others chanting. At the very climax of the chant, my past self emerged gasping for air, facing the elder. The pool glowed brilliantly, and the elder smiled. She spoke a language that I was just grasping at straws to understand. However, I knew she had essentially said some equivalent “sister, you are now a priestess. Next in line for elder. You have surpassed our tests and vanquished quests. Welcome.” She spoke in her old, warm voice and drew a cresent moon on my forehead. Runes began to glow on my past self’s skin. As she, I, stepped out of the water, the pool’s glow dimmed, and so did the runes. The other women around came forward and hugged, congratulated and cheered.

“This was the beginning.” My double at my side said. I understood. This is where my learning for magic originated. I was born with the talent and showed promise early on, but our elders taught me.

My heart swelled to see my people. Family and kin, our people. Finally, I had always wondered whenever I wanted to try to remember where I came from but knew better than to try.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my double biting her lip. I sensed foreboding.

Once again the scenes changed in quick succession. First I learned healing magic, and utilized them on battle fronts. I healed my own brothers, our uncles and fathers and mothers and aunts and cousins. All were capable of battle. Few were capable of magic. Next I learned defensive magic, a scene of sparring with my siblings again but my shield was of glowing runes and symbols specific to defense. I was still wielding a non enchanted sword. The next scene we all looked up and saw arrows flying down towards us from above. My past self, certain of her abilities, held up a shield much larger and stronger, covering our entire group. I was defending my entire clan against raining arrows from an unseen enemy. All looked up un awe. I, my present self, watched in awe. The warriors were able to see through the shield and figure out which direction the arrows were coming from. As soon as the arrows stopped, the charged. The next scene I was wielding a sword of magic on a blood soaked battlefield. Another scene my past self was using a physical bow and a magically manifested arrow to shoot. More scenes, everything from touching moments to bloody battlefields. A fresh prospective, we watched myself at the bow of a strong, proudly built ship. I touched the wood and the runes and symbols carved into the wood glowed. The ship became faster, and I knew, I felt the touch under my hands, that the wood became stronger, too. New landscapes and buildings and peoples came into view in the coming memories. Memories of learning different magic from different peoples. Hours and hours of practice. We were passing quickly, as if flipping pages through a book.

We slowed to a scene. It looked like Vesuvia, but it wasn’t quite. It wasn’t as expansive. Yet. My past self was walking through alleys and streets for a stroll. In a particularly filthy alleyway I heard a clatter. Some bottles had fallen from crates where a black cat’s tail could be seen, searching for food most likely. Without hesitation my past self walked swiftly towards the creature. The animal, in turn, poked it’s head out of it’s crate. It watched my pass self come closer, but it did not move to escape or show signs of fear or aggression. This encouraged my past self’s curiosity. She even picked it up, and upon further inspection this was no ordinary house cat. It wasn’t a cat but a cub of a panther? Jaguar?

“What are you doing here of all places?” I heard my past self ask the creature, as if expecting it to answer. The animal made no protest at being picked up and actually began to purr. It looked like it was smiling. My past self looked back in the direction the palace would be in utter disgust. “One of those rulers brought you here, and didn’t bother to keep an eye on you?” The cub’s pupils dilated as if it were an answer. It suddenly dawned on my present self that this was no ordinary animal.

Even though it was in my memory self’s hands, I could feel the texture of the fur in my hands and the magical power pulsating from the animal. It chose then to wiggle further into my past self’s arms and close it’s eyes. Definitely a sign of trust from the cat kingdom.

It was a heartwarming sight. My past self opened her cloak and covered the animal with it and made haste back…

Home???

It was my shop!!! Once again my mind was about to surface into the present but my double brought me back down and brought my attention to the memories we were watching. Instead of magical items and trinkets it seemed a fur and fabrics shop. I climbed the stairs up to the living space and put her in front of the stove to warm up. My past memory self asked the oven salamander (what? How old is that thing?) To light it. I made tea while the Cat slept peacefully in front of the warming stove. My past self sat down at the small table and watched this new strange beast. It opened one eye looking back at my memory self. She laughed, knelt before the creature.

“Are you my familiar?”

“‘I don’t know, am I?’” I could hear the creature ask in a sassy tone.

Accepting this answer, my memory self placed her hand on it’s forehead. She, the cub, purred and closed it’s eyes and runes and magical symbols glowed through it’s fur.

So I had a familiar? Where is she? What’s her na..

“Bast? You were taken from *that* region? You were named after Bastet?” My past memory self continued the conversation, getting to know this creature. That scene was followed once again by quick, passing memories of ships, foreign lands, battles, bar fights, learning new magic and more hours of practice. I was beginning to wonder how much time had passed in the memories and in the real world.

“We are much older than you think. Than others can imagine” my not double at my side responded answered. “Your body may appear young. But we are so much older. In spirit, mind and soul.” As if that answered everything.

We finally emerged to a scene at a cliff, the ocean waves lapping at the bottom. My past memory self emerged into the rising sun’s light, removing the heavy hood, and a large black cat at her side, and a staff in the opposite hand, fully fledged magician, a strong warrior, more powerful than my present self.

I couldn’t help but wonder…

“What happened?”

Something Lost, Something Gained (Part 1)

Alternative ending to at least Asra, Julian and Nadia’s endings. Apprentice (MC) regains memory.

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We were trapped. A strange magic kept us all in our seats at the large banquet table for the ritual the Devil had been planning. This far underground (or in another world or dimension altogether?) We couldn’t hear the sounds of the masquerade. It should be under control, since everyone else was possessed as we were dragged down here against our will.

The table had been laid out with great care, each person assigned to a corresponding Major Arcana. Each plate and drink were different and to the individual guest’s taste. Glancing at Julian’s set, I wondered how lobster and straight black coffee would work out. I had to suppress the chuckle. Looking at Asra’s set, his meal looked a bit more coordinated. I allowed my sight to gaze up to his face, looking for reassurance. Of course his eyes were on me, depths of indescribable emotions present in his eyes.

We had hatched a plan earlier in case we were unable to stop the ritual in time. We discovered three years prior Asra had tampered with a key part of the ritual: substituting pomegranate juice for Lucio’s blood in the wine to be offered to each guest. This time, Asra took some of my blood into a vial while we were in one of the tunnels that made up the labyrinth that was the palace. We had no idea what would happen since Asra wasn’t trusted to conduct any part of the ritual. The little vial of my blood was entrusted to Faust, and Asra used glammer magic to make faust invisible so she could drop the contents of the vile into the giant wine goblet. All we can do now is wait and hope it works.

Asra seemed confident in the plan but I had my doubts. What was so special about my blood that it would counteract the elaborate, powerful ritual? What if it didn’t work, does he have a backup plan? What about everybody else at the table? Hell, what about the people at the masquerade!?

I couldnt help but glare at the courtiers consuming their… meals. Pretty sure I saw worms wriggling on someone’s plate at the beginning of this, but all I could smell was the contents on my own plate.

I couldn’t help but notice Nadia. If looks could kill, the Devil would have been a corpse by now.

And the faces of the people I don’t know. There’s a couple here that oddly resemble Asra. Nadia’s parents are here as well, but I don’t see Portia. That must be a relief for Julian.

I couldn’t stomach the thought of what was being put into my mouth, since Asra and I found the contents of this room earlier. I had to keep thinking, my body wouldn’t obey my own will.

In synchronized motion, everyone put their silverware and drinks down. Oh no. This must be it. The wine goblet was slowly emptied of it’s contents as everyone took their turn, willingly or unwillingly. Finally, Asra passed it to me. I don’t know how he could keep that encouraging smile on his face, as if to say “we’ll be fine”

There was just a little bit left, and i realized I was about to consume my own blood. I tried to throw the goblet but i’m as helpless as everyone else. Finally exhausted from trying to fight my own limbs, the dark liquid passed my lips and into my gullet. To which I placed the goblet to my right.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to regain their ability to move again. I couldn’t muster the strength to get up. What was happening to me? Sounds started to sound bizarre, like under water. I could hear the Devil screaming “what happened? Why isn’t it working!?”

Main 6 Braiding MC’s hair ♡

Asra - he’s known you for years,he knows your favorite braiding styles, whisps or no whisps, your favorite hair products. Hell, he’ll conjure up some flowers on the spot to put in the braids. If he can’t get your hair to braid, he might use magic he’ll massage your scalp so tenderly.

Julian he just loves touching you, any excuse for physical contact. His long, elegant fingers lovingly untangling the toughest tangles and snags, years of practice with his own unruly locks. He’ll massage your scalp, your face, your neck. If he can’t braid your hair for any reason, he’ll be all over caressing your scalp, face and neck. “Helps the lymphatic system drain my dear, it’s doctor’s orders” Julian is most likely to turn simple hair braiding into bedroom play.

Nadia this woman’s hair game is so strong, she’s made it into an art. And she makes a masterpiece out of your hair. All the tools of the traid at her disposal, what she normally uses for herself she uses on or in your hair. Flowers in braids after bath, or elegant hair pieces tucked in for formal occasions. Perhaps even matching hair pieces! If her skills can’t work in your particular hair then simple hair play will do.

Portia FLOWER CROWNS FLOWER CROWNS FLOWER - slips all kinds of flowers from her garden into the braids she delicately creates. Perhaps she’s picked up a few tricks from Nadia about taming hair and braiding. Soft ray of sunshine

Muriel He only knows practical braids, ones to keep hair out of the way during work or combat. Nothing for show. But gentle persuasion aid Muriel’s confidence in handling your hair, and his own later on. He’s most likely merely enjoying feeling the texture of your hair and enjoying the close proximity to you. He may find difficulty in handling your hair if his hands are too large. It won’t matter, he enjoys the closeness.

Lucio as much as he would love to play with your hair, his alchemical arm may limit his physical ability to handle hair (slipping through metal fingers, perhaps accidentally cutting strands off!) In such a scenario, he would have the finest hair dresser do your hair for formal occasions, but in private and intimate settings he tries his best at loose braids. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing tbh and may need guidance as he keeps his hair short.

Apologizing here because I’m falling asleep and can’t really finish.