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wordslingingTitle: Redhead
Fandom: Dark Tower
Characters: Cuthbert Allgood, OFC
Rating: PG-13, contains non-explicit underage sex.
Summary: We get a very close look at young!Roland's love life, in canon--what about that of his best friend?
When Deborah was six, she wore her hair in two braided pigtails down her back.
She was a sensible, level-headed child, and thus not much in the habit of giving herself airs, but her long red hair was her one vanity. So when Cuthbert Allgood, seven years old and a little hellion despite having recently come under Cort’s disciplinary jurisdiction, pulled one of her braids in the castle courtyard one day, she took the only logical course of action—she ran after him and tugged sharply on his hair in return, knocking them both to the ground and tearing her dress in the process.
When Deborah was eleven, she wore her hair flowing loose down her back, with nothing binding it but a few pins to keep it out of her face.
When Cuthbert snuck up and kissed her, no more then a peck at the corner of her lips, and obviously intended to provoke a reaction, she just looked at him, arms folded, and asked him if that was what he called a kiss. Bert looked at her for a moment, eyes narrowing, and then plunged both of his hands into her hair and kissed her firmly on the mouth, pulling back after a long moment with a look that was halfway between smug and fearful for his continued existence.
And really, that only left Deborah with three options—slap him, kiss him back, or both.
She went with both.
When Deborah was thirteen, she started pinning her hair up.
That was the year Cuthbert, Alain, and Roland went to Mejis. Deborah started pinning her hair up after they were gone, so the first time Cuthbert saw her with her hair up was the day they came home, exhausted and weathered and too thin, and all of them looking much more than four months older.
Three weeks after that, they made love for the first time. Both of them were virgins, and neither of them enjoyed it as much as they’d expected to, although it improved considerably upon further practice.
During that first awkward tryst, though, there came a moment where Cuthbert simply ran his hands up into Deborah’s hair and ripped it free of the pins that held it. The action brought tears of pain to her eyes, and he’d pulled back, and started to apologize—and Deborah had simply reached up and tugged on a fistful of his hair, setting them both to laughing and crying at the same time.
Fandom: Dark Tower
Characters: Cuthbert Allgood, OFC
Rating: PG-13, contains non-explicit underage sex.
Summary: We get a very close look at young!Roland's love life, in canon--what about that of his best friend?
When Deborah was six, she wore her hair in two braided pigtails down her back.
She was a sensible, level-headed child, and thus not much in the habit of giving herself airs, but her long red hair was her one vanity. So when Cuthbert Allgood, seven years old and a little hellion despite having recently come under Cort’s disciplinary jurisdiction, pulled one of her braids in the castle courtyard one day, she took the only logical course of action—she ran after him and tugged sharply on his hair in return, knocking them both to the ground and tearing her dress in the process.
When Deborah was eleven, she wore her hair flowing loose down her back, with nothing binding it but a few pins to keep it out of her face.
When Cuthbert snuck up and kissed her, no more then a peck at the corner of her lips, and obviously intended to provoke a reaction, she just looked at him, arms folded, and asked him if that was what he called a kiss. Bert looked at her for a moment, eyes narrowing, and then plunged both of his hands into her hair and kissed her firmly on the mouth, pulling back after a long moment with a look that was halfway between smug and fearful for his continued existence.
And really, that only left Deborah with three options—slap him, kiss him back, or both.
She went with both.
When Deborah was thirteen, she started pinning her hair up.
That was the year Cuthbert, Alain, and Roland went to Mejis. Deborah started pinning her hair up after they were gone, so the first time Cuthbert saw her with her hair up was the day they came home, exhausted and weathered and too thin, and all of them looking much more than four months older.
Three weeks after that, they made love for the first time. Both of them were virgins, and neither of them enjoyed it as much as they’d expected to, although it improved considerably upon further practice.
During that first awkward tryst, though, there came a moment where Cuthbert simply ran his hands up into Deborah’s hair and ripped it free of the pins that held it. The action brought tears of pain to her eyes, and he’d pulled back, and started to apologize—and Deborah had simply reached up and tugged on a fistful of his hair, setting them both to laughing and crying at the same time.
