How Green Becomes Wood

"Good morning, habibi!" Daizi replied, turning around. Like the twins, she wasn't dressed yet, and Dark wasn't yet downstairs, "Breakfast is nearly ready. How are you feeling? Are you excited?"
 
"So excited! And strangely nervous," Alec admitted, coming to hug her. "I don't know why I'm nervous. Nothing bad can possibly happen. Right?"

"Right," Xander agreed firmly, hiding his own nervousness. "How about you? How are you feeling?"
 
"Dark is a little bit nervous," Daizi replied, squeezing him tightly, "He was nervous before our wedding, too. I'm not nervous at all. I think this is exactly where we're meant to be and I couldn't be more confident."
 
Alec smiled and hugged her back just as tightly. "I agree, we're right where we're supposed to be! I'm still nervous."

"Do you think Ba could help me with my hair?" Xander asked a touch reluctantly.

"I can help," Alec said, pulling away.

"You take like two hours to do your own hair, I'd like to have it done before nightfall," Xander replied.
 
"It's okay to be nervous," Daizi replied, kissing him on top of the head, "But nothing will go wrong. I promise."

When Alec let go, she turned back to breakfast preparations, "He probably can help you. He's upstairs right now, fretting. You know how he is. He wants to look perfect."
 
Xander considered for a bit. "I'll give him a little longer before asking."

"Breakfast first?" Alec asked. He wasn't hungry, but he knew if he didn't eat now, he'd be ravenous later.
 
"Breakfast first," Daizi agreed, bringing the food out and taking her seat and smoothing Ivy's hair, "Cooger is going to watch her while we're in court. He'd like to sit and watch the proceedings and I'd like Ivy to be there with us, but I know we'd find it really distracting to have to keep her calm. It's better this way."
 
"Oh, are you sure?" Alec fretted, reaching out to Ivy. "I'm sure they're used to babies in family court!"

"I'm thinking it might be best even if we'd like to have her there," Xander said and started shoveling food in his mouth.
 
"He might sit with her in the gallery with her, so if she gets fussy or loud he can take her into the hall," Daizi said, taking a sip of her tea, "She'll be at the party, though, while she's awake, and that's enough."
 
"Are you ready for the first party of the next couple of weeks?" Alec teased Ivy, ruffling the hair Daizi had just smoothed.

Xander rolled his eyes and his brother and finished eating. Once he was done, he cleared off his place and stood. "I guess I should go start getting ready."

"Be up in a bit," Alec told him, forcing himself to eat a few bites.
 
As Xander went upstairs, Dark was just stepping out of his bedroom, wearing his dress pants but just a tank top. His hair and beard looked perfect: it was loosely slicked back but didn't look crunchy and his waves were shiny and well-behaved. When he saw Xander, before saying anything else, he asked, "Do I cover the tattoos on my hands?"
 
Xander looked at him, genuinely confused. "Why? I didn't think there were any rules against tats in the courtroom. I guess you could if you wanted to?" he ended uncertainly. Then he waved a hand at his own hair. "Can you make this look... interesting? And not stupid? I usually just brush it and let it do whatever it wants."
 
"There are no rules against them, but prejudice against them still exists," He replied, frowning and looking down at his skin, "I do not want something to happen at the last minute. As certain as I am nothing can go wrong, I do not want to bias people against me." Dark frowned at his hands for a few moments and then shook his head, redirecting his attention to Xander, "I can help you, if you like, but I do not know if I could do so without touching you."
 
"I can deal with it for a bit," Xander assured him. He frowned at Dark. "You're my Ba. Tats are a part of you. They can deal. Besides, Lance as tats, and I don't think anyone's said anything about them."
 
"They are a part of me." He agreed, looking down at them from beneath his heavy brows, "I never like hiding them. I had to for my wedding. I uncovered them for the reception."

Taking a slow breath, he rolled his shoulders back and said, "Right. I will help you, but go put on anything you will need to pull over your head first."
 
"Right." Xander went to his room and pulled on his black trousers, white undershirt, and slim black belt. He'd added a single stud, a fake ruby, to his left ear before returning. "Okay, I think that's everything," he said, double checking himself.
 
Dark nodded, satisfied with the start of Xander's outfits and opened his bedroom door to let him in, "You can sit at the vanity, I think that is the best. I have to dampen your hair again... I do not know much about your texture and length, but we will see what I can do."
 
"Thanks. I don't... like... doing my hair," Xander mumbled, going to sit on the vanity where Dark indicated. He'd started taking better care of it, but where Dark and Alec styled theirs, he just brushed and hoped for the best. It wasn't something he wanted to spend time on. Most of the time, that was fine, until he realized he had no idea how to do his hair for a special event.
 
"There is less you can do with short hair," Dark replied, going into his bedroom for the necessary tools. Then, positioning himself behind Xander, he used a squirt bottle to dampen the teen's hair. After this, he stared at the back of Xander's hair in quiet contemplation before using a rat-tail comb to trace in a deep side part on the left side of Xander's head, flipping the larger portion away. Then, applying product to his hands, he ran applied a gel of some sort throughout all of it. "That is going to protect it from the heat and help let the style hold."
 
"Alright. It's not going to end up looking like a freshly plowed field, right?" Xander asked. He used one hand to lightly pinch the webbing of skin between his thumb and forefinger of the other hand. It was uncomfortable, but it gave him a sensation to focus on other than Dark's hands on his head and hair. It was a technique he used whenever going for a haircut.
 
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