Blonde Root Smudge 소설 & 이야기

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

By the time, he was done with my hair, i could not recognise myself. "I used a special stay-on glue that should keep this going for two weeks. Make sure to keep coming back for your hair appointment, okay? I'll put that on Amika." Brodine said in a lovely southern accent. I smiled a thank you at him, especially after the criticism i got at the last place. Amika was at my side in no time, smiling at the new dark blonde wig i got. It was more elegant and stylish than the last one. I heaved a huge sigh.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

After the team of professionals were done with me my icy blonde hair was curled into soft waves that cascaded down my back with an intricate braid that went from the side of my head under the delicate curls. After being plucked and prodded with tweezers, lash curlers, powders, and sprays, my usual pale complexion was now warm with a light blush and a natural smokey-eyed eye shadow. My full lips were lined with a muted mauve color, making my lips look soft and inviting.

"This… statement. We are getting rid of this. Immediately." I laugh softly to myself. In three, maybe four days, the blue will be back. It’s like a birthmark. Nothing I do can get rid of it. I sit silently through the next four hours as my head is washed, scrubbed, massaged, and then aggressively dyed a uniform, perfectly innocuous shade of light brown. The blue fights back, turning the water a pale, stubborn teal, but Marco is a professional mercenary. He wins by turning my blue highlights blonde.

"I'm thinking curls." "Agree with you there," the blonde smiled. They sat me down on a chair in front of the mirror and I just let them work away at my head. When they were done, I was surprised to say the least. It didn't look like I had make-up on at all. Everything looked natural, the foundation had been mixed with cream so that it didn't show up in specks later during the day, and there was only a little eyeliner and a little brown sparkle on my lids. My cheeks were slightly redder and my lips were cherry coloured. My hair was the only thing that went through drastic change; curls framed my face and fell down my back.

It lay there now in useless piles. Xena’s hands worked fast. When she finished, she handed me the scissors and sat down. I stood. My hands shook only a little as I cut her long blonde hair, and she didn’t flinch once. Then the dye. She mixed the ginger red for me, and the smell didn’t fail to burn my nose. She worked it through what remained of my hair. Raven Moonshadow was officially dead. For Xena’s turn, we settled for a dye that turned her blonde hair brunette. It was perfect for blending into crowds.

"The pack member asked for it. Cedar, dried petals, and that one special root. It shouldn't smell like this." I held the small bundle over the candle flame. The smoke went up in a thin, grey line. It didn't smell like medicine or dirt. It smelled like a hallway. A very specific hallway with cold stone floors and high windows. "Senna, stop looking at the smoke," I told myself. My voice sounded small. "Just finish the blend and go to bed." But I couldn't move my hands. I was staring at the wall, but I wasn't seeing the infirmary anymore.

Radyn let out a shaky breath. "You drive me crazy, little demon," Radyn breathed, his tone kept to a low murmur. Scarlet smirked at him, running her hands through his hair. A few days ago, Radyn had decided to have his hair shaved at the sides with a heavily styled tapered undercut. As much as he tried to look more sophisticated, his curly hair would defy any sorts of hair gel and fly freely. --- ((TW TW TW!)) ---

Her roots were turning blonde and that was not a good thing. "I was starting to get worried." She calmly touched the middle line of her hair. "My roots are getting blonde. If they were all vigilant enough, they would have noticed. I need to dye you once more before they do." She said, touching her hair. Her mind travelled to Gisele and she smiled. Gisele's long, healthy and voluminous blonde hair reminded her of hers. Her hair used to be just like Gisele's, but she had to dye it black so as not to raise Alpha Kai's suspicion of her being a member of the Blood Claw Royal house.