Characters: Vila/SoolinSet PGP (after the last episode) so there are spoilers; 400 words.
Dialogue: "I didn't know you were that creative."
"There," Vila said. "Finished."
"Lovely." Soolin admired the way he had woven subtly-coloured silk ribbons seemingly at random through her hair.
Vila kissed her gently on the top of her head and rested his cheek briefly against it, closing his eyes. "Always wanted to touch your hair--and you--back on Xenon, but I was always afraid to. Wouldn't have let me, would you?" he said wistfully.
Soolin caught one of his hands and squeezed it. "Sometimes we don't know what we could have until we have it."
They had escaped the nightmare of the tracking gallery together, leaning on each other for support. Soolin had found them medical attention and navigated the dangers of Gauda Prime, and Vila had stolen what they'd needed, including the small trading ship they were now on. What had been mere companionship had grown during that time into friendship and had since deepened into something much more.
Soolin got up. "Your turn now."
"Hardly worth it, is it?" Vila sat down." I haven't got that much."
"You'd be surprised. I'm an expert too, you know." Soolin spun the chair away from the mirror. "No looking till I've finished."
Vila was surprised how long it took, the gentle combing and tugging. He heard a quiet snip. "Here," he said, mock-alarmed. "I'd like to keep what I've got!"
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing." Finally Soolin turned the chair back to the mirror. "There you are, handsome."
Oddly enough, Vila looked at her first, her beloved face above his, her eyes smiling warmly into his from the mirror. Then he saw what she'd done and gasped with admiration. "I knew you were good, but I didn't know you were that creative!"
She had divided and braided his hair into cornrows running from one side to the other, obscuring his receding temples, and had woven lengths of her own hair into the top ones to give him blond streaks. Over his left ear hung several slender golden braids, beaded at the ends.
"It's the height of fashion on some of the outer worlds," Soolin said. "But I can take it out if you like."
"No," Vila said softly. "Leave it. I like it."
He pulled Soolin down onto his lap and kissed her, making a fervent wish. He wanted their lives to stay forever like that, the gold and the brown strands intimately and tightly entwined.