Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

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."

A place where wind screamed like spirits and dark fog clung around the trees like old ghosts' images and shaped. There, I pulled out something from beneath a camouflaged tree root and began preparing. Dirty. Ashe's. Burnt leaves. I rubbed them into my face, arms, and neck. Scratched my fore arm with a silver-dipped blade just enough to draw blood and inflame the skin. The pain was sharp, but bearable. I needed the burn to look real. Next thing, I tore my robe at the edges, knotted the ends with a tiny stone I carried. The smoke stung my eyes, adding to the illusion.

When she told me how Maddox and Alex teased her and her friends I decided those boys needed to be reminded who the Queen of the house was. I got the wolfsbane oil for her to add a few drops in their toothpaste. It was a very small amount mixed with other herbs so it would only burn a few minutes. Then I gave her the lilac leaves to crush and mix with the wolfsbane oil and added the paste to their shampoo. This would burn, remove some hair, and dye it purple. We giggled wildly as we set up the evil plan to teach the boys not to mess with my little Rose.

Upang hindi ako mapahiya at magmukhang pulubi sa paningin nila. Muli kong pinatingkad ang kulay blonde kong buhok at inayos ko rin ang pagkakakulot nito sa bandang dulo. Light make up at pink lipstick lang din ang inilagay ko sa aking pisngi at labi na talagang bumagay sa mala porselana kong kutis.

"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.

’ Zanthe surges forward, sharp with satisfaction. ‘Clever. But does that mean the rogues are after the white wolf, or is he just taking precautions?’ is that why they are kidnapping girls? Are they looking for me?.... no surely, they wouldn’t be sending Us to find them…. But then he’s disguising Zanthe… ‘No idea. Let’s ask him at our next briefing.’ Featherstone gestures toward the pool. “We developed this dye. It’s basically human hair dye with a few other extracts added to ensure it won’t irritate your wolf’s skin, and won’t wash out quickly.”

I had more than a few bruises and scratches from the crash, and since my wolf was so exhausted, I hadn’t been able to heal yet. Once I was submerged, Ember turned and kneeled beside the tub, helping me scrub the dye out of my hair. I watched miserably as the water began to turn brown. “It took a lot of time to get my hair so blonde, you know,” I said, pinching the chocolate strands between my fingers. “So much money… So many trips to the hair salon…” Ember scoffed. “It did not look as good as you think.” My cheeks flushed. “Gee. Thanks.” Everyone back home seemed to prefer the blonde. Especially the men.

My eyes stayed on him and I looked in disbelief. “You're slow, aren't you?” “I have known you since elementary school.” “Yeah, but you didn't know everything. If you are hesitating to say it then I will. We're both blondes.” “I don't see the roots.” “Again, you're blind. I dye my hair regularly.” “No wonder you're going bald.” That wasn't true but it wasn't fun if I didn't troll him. “Screw you!” I couldn't hide my smile anymore. It crept out before I could stop it. I could see it, the blonde roots on his head. He was right about me not paying a lot of attention to details.

The straight hair barely lasted five minutes before curling itself again so Mono opted for an up do, allowing my mark to proudly display itself. The girls kept my make-up simple but added enough to cover up the red blotches from the waxing that they had done. Deep red lipstick stained my lips and my dull blue eyes were highlighted with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Slipping into the dress and placing my feet into silver embelished sandals were the last things I did. The heel of the sandals were thin and the bands snaking up my calves like vines hanging from the tall trees in the forest. I even kept the jewelry simple, not wanting a necklace to take away the beauty of my mark.