Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

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Zelda I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. Bella had worked her magic it was equally amazing and terrifying at the same time I didn’t even look like myself. She had pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail with a section of hair wrapping around the band. My make up was done for the first time ever! She had put a dark smokey shadow on my eyes which made the purple visible from miles away. The rest of my face was dusted with highlighter and blush. She insisted I wear a lipstick I protested and stated I was happy just with gloss, but she won although opted for a nude colour. She had even done my nails in a similar shade a few silver gems to add some sparkle.

My nails were nude and silver as well. My hair was styled in loose curls, falling over my face slightly. I’d had my stylist do my make-up today and she had applied a smoky sultry eye with nude matte lips and my cheekbones were highlighted dazzlingly. My entire body was covered in a silver shimmer that only made my already tanned skin glow.

He sat quietly, his eyes constantly focused on Sienna, filled with vigilance. “Does she have your eye?” Andrea asked. Sierra nodded proudly. “Yes!” She answered quickly. “She’ll also have your blonde hair.” Andrea looked at her for a moment, then laughed at Axton. “It seems like you’ve lost this one, Axton!” “Wait, can’t you see she has dark hair?” “Nope, I’ve seen this before. Her dark hair will fade and turn blonde in a few months. Have you noticed the roots? You should have been able to tell from the start.”

“The one that says I’m about to be scolded and patched up like a reckless cub.” “Very funny,” she said, not bothering to look at him. He let out a low growl that wasn’t quite a protest. “I guess you remembered that you missed your patient’s treatment huh.” She didn’t say anything as she crushed the starroot gently between two flat stones and added a pinch of duskleaf powder. Then, with water from the stream,calm again, eerily so,she mixed it into a paste until it turned a silvery gray, thick and cool to the touch.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Despite what the witch told me. Her hair had a beautiful reddish rust color, braided in a single braid. She wore minimal makeup, only pink carnation lip balm, a light, shimmering powder on her face, and smokey brown shadows around her hazelnut eyes. The simplicity just contributed to her attractiveness. Her jeans and t-shirt did everything to hide her delectable body, but I could bet she had to-die-for curves. Curves I would love to trace; to explore with my hands, mouth, and other body parts.

I seldom smiled, like a rare and elusive flower. I put my dark blonde hair in a tight ponytail on the top of my head. I hated both letting my hair loose and having it fall out on my back. My posture was always upright, paying particular attention to my posture; I needed to prove to myself first that I could stand upright. The outer contours of my sea-colored eyes were pale, not as a sign of insomnia or any disease, but as a visual indication of my addiction. But I had learned to cover them up with dark, smoky makeup.

Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that. "Come and sit here," I say dragging one of my desk chairs to the center of the room. "If we dye my hair now, it won't start fading by tomorrow morning, right?" He asks me, getting up from my bed, still reading the instructions behind the bottle. "No," I shake my head, going to my cupboard. "They say it's one wash dye, but I bet it won't completely fade away until three or four washes."

"Light, almost white." She nodded slowly,"Okay." What followed was forty minutes of Maple providing running commentary on the smell, Rosy checking the back of my head every five minutes with focused intensity, and both of them debating whether I would look like the moon or like snow. By the time I rinsed it out they had reached a verdict of the moon, which Rosy said was better. I looked at myself in the mirror. The color was lighter than my natural blonde, almost platinum, and with my mask it would read completely differently. Good.