W-hair I Am Today: A Lucifer and Asmo Thread *LONG*

Lucifer was considered, for the most part, the least fashion forward of the his brothers.
While his style was classic, wearing through a collection of suits and leather accessories, he rarely strayed outwith that comfort zone.

Even in the Celestial Realm he was a conservative dresser. He used to tease Simeon for showing too much skin; when a young Asmo started to copy his friend, Lucifer teased him for it too. But adopting Simeon's style was merely the first in many steps for Asmo in becoming,

as he would later be known, the Jewel of the Celestial Realm.
Late one evening, as the sun was painting the celstial sky in pink and orange hues, Asmo knocked on Lucifer's door. "It's open," came the curt yet jovial response. Asmo stepped into the entryway of Lucifer's study,

where he was going over documents for Michael. Little did either of them know that this scene would be familiar even long after the fall.
At this stage in his life, Asmo was still growing - a teenager in human terms - but had every hint of future beauty and greatness.

His long, strawberry blonde locks were like the finest silks, draping down over a pair of delicate, slender shoulders. The ends of his hair reached around his belly button, framed a set of coveted dimples on his back. His hair was one of his greatest prides and joy;

being so young he wasn't expected to keep it short like his elder brothers. Lucifer had shown him pictures of himself, Simeon, Mammon, Leviathan, all with flowing hair like his. Now, his hair was clipped just above the ears, the bangs reaching just below his eyes.

Despite this, Asmo believed Lucifer was still the most beautiful angel in the Celestial Realm, which is why he stood now in his door.
"Lucifer, I need your help." Asmo's voice had a lovely, high pitched cadence. It floated through the air like a song; a song so enthralling

it was said to lead the birds out of the trees. It certainly brought many other angels into Asmo's ever-growing social circle. The raven-haired angel spun around in his chair, crossing his legs at the knee and steepling his fingers at chest height.

He studied Asmo for a moment, awaiting a continuation. When none came - Asmo's knock-knees had begun to tremble nervously as Lucifer's gaze fell to him - he asked for himself.
"Is this another dating problem, Asmodeus?" It was a jokey, goading kind of question.

Despite his popularity across genders, Asmodeus very much kept to himself. The younger angel blushed and scoffed, huffing a small tantrum as his gaze wandered.
"Like I'd come to YOU for dating advice," he snarked back, a lithe finger twisting coils into a long section of hair.

That was true; Lucifer had no more experience in love than Asmo did. Lucifer smiled ostentatiously at his sibling's wit. "I need you to help me do my hair." Lucifer cocked his head at Asmo's request.
"It's been many years-" Asmo wasn't having any excuses.

"I KNOW you used to do Leviathan's hair! And he only started getting that HIDEOUS bowl cut a few years ago. Don't try telling me you've somehow FORGOTTEN." Lucifer's brows furrowed upwards in a defeated look. He sighed softly.

"In case YOU'VE forgotten, Asmo, Levi and Mammon have very thick and bushy hair. It was easy to work with, very malleable with the right grips and bobbles." He stood up and approached the rosy-cheeked youngster.

Asmo barely reached Lucifer's chest; he had to tilt his head upward now to look his brother in the face. Lucifer reached out and swept a gentle hand under the hair hanging at the left side of Asmo's long, thin face, admiring it.

"Your hair reminds me of mine, when I was your age," he muttered wistfully, rotating his wrist left and right to see how the strands played with the light, throwing rainbows of colour across the section on the back of his hand.

"Hair as fine and smooth as this can be troublesome to make practical." Asmo's face visibly fell. Lucifer let out a soft, caring laugh as he moved his hand to wipe the stray tear betraying Asmo's true feelings. "But for you, Asmo, anything. Come sit, and I'll see what I can do."

As the dusk turned to night, the pair spent many hours talking about what Asmodeus wanted to do, trying different styles. Lucifer's deft fingers weaved intricate webs out of Asmo's tresses, with an amazing level of skill and care.

More than once, Asmo nearly fell asleep to the swaying of his head to Lucifer's braiding, and more than once, Lucifer had startled him from his revelry with a joyous chuckle at his expense. Despite trying everything from wide surface braids to fluffy waves, stylish up-dos

to pleated ponytails, Lucifer could tell Asmodeus still hadn't found what he was looking for. He downed his brush for the last time and started plucking the kirby grips from his latest attempt - a beautiful waterfall braid that pulled the hair from Asmo's gorgeous face.

"We could go on like this forever," Lucifer mumbled through clips jammed between his teeth. "Surely you must have a better idea of what you'd like now?" Asmo took a deep breath and locked gazes with himself in the vanity mirror Lucifer had placed on the desk.

"I... I want it to be short. Just like yours." Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, but didn't stop removing the pins.
"That's a very drastic change. You won't have time to grow it all back before Gabriel requests you keep it that way for combat training. Are you sure?"

Asmo gulped hard and hesitated a moment as a long ringlet bobbed down in his peripheral vision. Was he really prepared to do this? He nodded.

Once Lucifer had returned Asmo's hair to its usual state - now slightly curled after all the braiding, teasing, pulling - he obtained a pair of sharp, silver scissors from his collection of hair care materials. The handles were shaped into a pair of stunning, shining wings.

Lucifer clearly took care of these items. He admired them momentarily, a look of reminiscence on his face as times long since passed flitted through his mind like butterflies. Asmo, meanwhile, stared at the elegant blue box, gilded in gold and glistening inside.

Combs, clips, brushes, a crystal pocket mirror, small jars and vials of expensive and exclusive products. Wax, gels, oils. Asmo hadn't realised the amount of effort that Lucifer had - and clearly still did - put into his hair.

The eldest cleared his throat, grabbing Asmo's attention as he ran a hand through his own hair, slicking his bangs out of his eyes.
"Are we really doing this?" he asked. "Last chance to say no." Asmo nodded once, confidently, as he turned his head back to the mirror on the desk.

"I'm ready. I trust you." Lucifer was taken slightly off guard by that. He tried not to let Asmo's words faze him as he set to work, but the light pink colouring his usually pallid cheeks gave him away.

He tied Asmo's hair into a loose pony, displaying just how much he was going to lose. The remaining hair would sit around chin length.
"You're sure?"
"Get on with it Lucifer!"

Without another word, Lucifer brought the sharp blades to the base of the ponytail, the strands giving way with loud swishing sounds. Lucifer placed the now unattached pony on the table in front of Asmo.

The latter ran his hands up into his hair, fluffing what remained, admiring how the slight wave hugged his face.
"What do you think?" Lucifer wondered, soft and unsure. Asmo beamed.
"It's ALMOST perfect!" he purred delightedly.

"Though I think this side," he pointed to the side of his head with his right hand, "could stand to be shorter." Lucifer nodded.
"An asymmetrical style, how very you Asmodeus," he chuckled, once again bringing the scissors to his brother's hair.

He grasped the hair between two fingers and cut in closer, shortening the hair to just about eye level.
"And the back?" Lucifer asked, standing back a couple feet from Asmo and admiring it for himself. "Personally I think that could be EVEN SHORTER."

"We've come this far," Asmo shrugged. "Let's do it!" And so the minutes whittled away with Asmo's hair. When they'd finally finished, the clock in Lucifer's study was reading close to midnight, and Lucifer himself was exhausted.

Asmo, feeling very fresh and renewed, danced around the room with glee, the sound of his laughter and his brilliant smile lighting up the room. Lucifer couldn't help but smile with him.
"Thank you Luci!" Asmo cried, grabbing his brother into a tight hug.

"It's perfect, I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lucifer grinned fondly as he wrapped one arm around his sibling, the other reaching to pat his head.

"Anytime, Asmo."

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BONUS CONTENT?!:

But "anytime" never came again; Asmodeus kept the hairstyle that Lucifer had bestowed upon him for centuries after. He would wear wigs when he wanted a change, but he could never bring himself to change what he considered Lucifer's greatest gift.

Lucifer, meanwhile, lamented being unable to experience such a thing again. Beel and Belphie had ALWAYS kept their hair short, and like Mammon and Levi before them, had thick thatches of hair that tended to stand on end.

He missed the feeling of hair between his fingers, and no matter how many times he raked his fingers through his own - which, frankly, was far too often - it was never the same.

Imagine his surprise then, nigh on a millennium and a whole fall from grace later, when that scene would replay itself. Except this time, a very shy, very human figure was now standing in his study.
"Lucifer? You wouldn't happen to know anything about hair, would you?"