Martin Sensmeier Long Hair 소설 & 이야기

"Do what you can. but make sure not to stab me. My scalp is sensitive." "Of course, madam," she smiles sweetly as she pulls the curlers down one at a time, delicately releasing each tendril to cascade down my bare back. Magnus prefers long hair, so I've grown mine out. When wet from the shower, it reaches my waist. I've never had such long hair before and it makes me feel more feminine but is never something I would have chosen for myself.

They're surely looking for their final breath. (Sena POV) I was sitting in front of the mirror while I combed the hair that reached down my waist. If Sean didn’t point it out, I wouldn’t realize it was that long. Sean was talking to the hairdresser as if he himself was getting a haircut. If I only knew it sooner, I could’ve had taken a picture of my hair for a before-and-after montage. I looked at Sean from the mirror’s reflection. Something felt unusual with him, perhaps something in the way his eyes never left me.

"Edi." My lieutenant came over. As big as a mountain, Edison Carmichael would have fit in with a marauding party of Vikings from eons past. His long blonde hair was pulled up into intricate braids that his husband redid for him every month. All of those golden ropes were piled on top of his head into some weird kind of man bun that was anything but hipster. With barely a strain, he kept Martin's hands down against the arms of the chair as I secured Martin to the chair with zip ties.

which made Tamar more upset. "Why are all of them trying so much to chase the long hair guy away from her? "at least Rissa, let us introduce ourselves to her so she can feel safe," the long hair guy said. His three friends were silent for a while before they all agreed. The blonde-haired guy with a round chubby face was the first to start the intro. "I'm Marek," he said curtly. "Iyyar, " the one with the Viking gold hair and bristles eyebrow said.

he gushes, showing Charles the diamond-encrusted ring. Charles gasps, “Dios mijo, that is beautiful, we should totally have a double date and celebrate, honey.” “I think so too we sho- “Uhm, hello, have we forgotten about my hair,” I say impatiently. “Right, right, sorry Xander,” Martin says, he picks up his bag and places it on the table, he pulls out his razors and blades and combs. “I can see you’re growing a monobrow too,” he says examining my face.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

At the very least, it feels like I am uncovering a treasure as his face becomes clearer for my eyes to feast on. It is not as if he does not look good as he is, but-, how should I explain it? Ah, am I making any sense? Throwing those messy thought into the window, I poured my attention in the task at hand. His hair, which has grown longer, was casually tied behind his head, with a hair tie tightly looped into a ribbon. Martin look a bit soft and harmless. I bet he has not notice the ribbon though, as I have tied it for him.

I blinked a few times to adjust my vision; I realized we were no longer alone. In front of me stood a man with long and light hair of white and silver, close to his waist, meticulously teased behind his ears. Like Alex and Bob, he was strongly built and had a face so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away. He was dressed in extravagant, clean, and white clothing with gold armored around him. Marlon Roessler.

He was still thinking of how he was going to tell Xavier everything when Xavier spoke up. “So you’ve always kept your hair long?” Xavier started. “What now?” Jimin frowned and turned. Xavier stared at his jet black hair that ran down his neck and shrugged. “I’ve seen a few Koreans,” he said, his mind briefly drifting to the faces of the K-pop stars he had seen on those photos in Aria’s room. “They hardly ever keep their hair this long. What’s with yours?” “I don’t know,” Jimin replied coldly. “Walk faster. You’re slowing us down.”

For a moment, Luther stared at Martin and was seemingly speechless. Luther glanced at me and I had a wry smile playing across my face. "Luther, have you suddenly gone dumb? I just asked you a question. What are you doing in my sister's room?" Martin asked as he dropped the first aid kit on the bed, walked up to him, and stood before him. He glared at Luther who was visibly jittery. I couldn't help comparing the two of them. Martin's short ginger straight hair was a sharp contrast to Luther's dark curly hair. Martin was slightly taller than him and a bit more muscular. He was 18 years old, just a year older than Luther.