She lathered the soap in the mug with a badger-hair brush, whipping it into a thick, creamy foam. The scent of sandalwood rose up. She applied it in circular motions, the brush tickling slightly, covering the stark lines of his beard in white peaks.
As she finished the last stroke under his chin, she wiped the remaining foam away with a cool, damp cloth. Then, she applied an alum block, a natural antiseptic that would seal any nicks and tighten the pores. Daniel hissed slightly at the sting, a reminder of the sharpness that had just touched him. connie carter close shave
Connie studied his face. She had always known his bone structure, hidden as it was. She picked up her comb, running it through the beard, assessing the texture. "You’re shedding," she said softly, picking at a few loose hairs. "The skin underneath is irritated. A trim isn't going to fix this." She lathered the soap in the mug with
He ran a hand over his cheek. It was impossibly smooth. "It’s perfect." As she finished the last stroke under his
"Good morning," Connie called out, turning with a polite smile that faltered just slightly when she saw who had walked in.