Edgar Haircut Drawing の小説・ストーリー

Whitney’s POV After what felt like hours, the door opened, and Edgar stood in the doorway with a cigarette in his hand. He took a long drag, and a cloud of smoke left his mouth. He stepped in and tilted his head slightly, then a grin appeared on his face, “Looks like someone was planning to escape. But something tells me with my men outside, you were afraid to continue your attempt.”

Leo narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine whatever. Just let me change" "Ok", he replied Leo came out ten minutes later in a simple pull over shirt and a denim trousers. His hair that was always slicked back in a smart look was tousled today. He looked really different from the cutthroat Leo everybody knew. He looked really handsome and youthful. "Woah!", Edgar exclaimed " A god. I have set my eyes upon a god. My friend is such a wonderful work of art", he continued in a dramatic way. Leo smirked.

Eddie declined at first, but I promised I would spend the afternoon with him afterwards and he decided to come anyway. We all hadn’t really spend that much attention to our looks. Eddie’s hair had grown long, Charlotte’s blond hair almost reached her butt by now and my curls could use some TLC. Plus I could take Asher for his first haircut. He had the cutest curls, but his hair was getting tangled so easily. I thought of leaving the curls on the top and cutting the rest shorter. I hoped Os would like it though. Eddie played with the kids while my hair was getting some deep conditioner and Charlotte was getting some low lights in. They would cut her hair afterwards.

said King Edgar Barnabas proudly presented. On one wall was a portrait of a man with a woman and a boy. The man stood up and smiled happily. His red eyes glowed with passion, and that man neatly combed his bright red hair. The woman sat quietly with a beautiful smile while cradling a three-year-old boy with the same eyes and hair color as his father's. The woman herself had violet eyes and light pink hair. Beneath the painting was the names Jergintarth, Scarlet, and Edmund.

His parents were attentive and understanding and all, but he craved something more. He put a plan in place, hoping to lure Edwardo here sooner rather than later. It didn't match the season, but yesterday, he did a quick photoshoot with a very blatant lemon and raspberry theme and posted the pictures to Instagram this morning, working in the omega symbol to support the movement. He'd painted his nails, but used a wig instead of his natural hair. It was way past time to get it re-dyed, but going without his best friend seemed wrong somehow. He had it presentably styled now, sure, but it was faded and his roots were showing. With everything going on, the thought had even crossed his mind once o

From the mirror, she could see Edward's expression clearly. Edward's expression did not look like he was joking. "You know how to?" Ellena was a little suspicious because she had never seen Edward draw before. She did not believe that a straight man who did not have any artistic skills could draw eyebrows. Edward raised his eyebrows and nodded with certainty. "Yes." Ellena half-believed him and handed him the brush. Edward took the brush and ordered, "Turn around and close your eyes." Ellena closed her eyes and allowed Edward to draw her eyebrows.

Cecilia joined us a while later, having a huge smile on her face, but she silently watched me cut her father's hair. I had once seen an eye-catching haircut in a book in Gwen's library, I believe it was called a brutus for some reason but I knew it would suit Christopher's face perfectly and he would look so gentlemanly in it, so I settled for it; giving him average sideburns and cutting his hair low. By the time I was done, he looked really different... so different, my breath caught in my throat. I thought he was good-looking before but now he looked like one of those Greek gods I've read about, it was so unnatural.

Hearing that, she slightly hesitated if it is really okay to dig about the chewing gum incident. "It wasn't that bad at first. I swear I can really pluck it out! But idiot Edgar tripped his feet on his own and his palm landed on the top of his head causing the bubble gum to stick into his hair even more. The Alpha found out about it and was very furious. Then Hunter entered and suggested that we should cut his hair. A little cut won't make it obvious however... Hunter sneezed while holding the scissor. In conclusion, he accidentally cut our Alpha’s hair very short." Maxine blinked her eyes. She could imagine everything she heard and in the middle of preventing herself from laughing. In a tho

Edgar said softly. Elissa swallowed. Slowly, she turned her body back. But when her eyes saw Edgar, something happened instead. Edgar elegantly rubbed his wet hair with his right hand. His muscles stood out perfectly. And that sight perfectly made Elissa even more dizzy. Before her heart beat normally, she was faced with something that could make her heart explode. "Can't you just brush your hair normally?" she asked in a trembling voice. Edgar wrinkled his forehead. "Ordinary? How do you wipe your hair with a normal towel?" she asked.

A thought, a fear, a truth I wasn’t ready to face. That was when the door opened. Edgar stepped in. He looked different today. His hair was neatly tied back, his coat black as night. His eyes landed first on Lyra, sharp and assessing. Then on me. Then on the pile of books scattered across the table. His expression didn’t change, but something in the air did. “Studying?” he asked, voice low and deceptively calm. “Yes,” I said. “Lyra was helping me understand—”