Romans & histoires Splat Blue Envy On Dark Hair

Sky was always right. Sky sat up, placing his elbows in his knees, his eyes shining bright with interest. “My hair is dark,” he said, picking up a strand absently staring at Azxel who had halted halfway through the bathroom. “Yours should contrast it. How would that sound? We'll look perfect, if you had a .. burnt blonde with a pink streak.“ He tilted his head slowly with a smile, “That way I’ll see you faster in a crowd.” Azxel nodded happily without thinking. The joy of contrasting with Sky, the feelings of being recognised by Sky in the crowd, most especially the jiu of been seen differently by Sky. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll bleach it.”

"Oh, no. Hell no. Charli with an i has this thing covered." She came behind me in the mirror; only a small bit of her navy maid of honor dress showed behind my wide skirt as she brought her face next to mine. Our resemblance was gone. Her hair was now a lovely shade of blonde with blue tips that covered the last six inches. The soft blue curls were colored specifically to match her dress. It worked.

Naturally, her hair is frizzy. “It’s okay, he made me breakfast this morning. I love your blue sweater, is it new?” It’s an electric blue and really brings out the color of her eyes, Autumn is stunning with her almond color skin, amber eyes and she has amazing bee stung lips. I’ve always been a little jealous of those to be honest.

She smirks sadly, “Yes. Then it became a habit.” She grabs her phone and scrolls back through the pictures, showing George the screen. “I tried every non-natural colour I could find. But I decided that I liked the blues and greens the most.” She points to her now teal hair. “This was my go-to colour before I left home.” He nods,

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.

Not that he will listen, but I can try anyway. I pour myself a cup of coffee and go back to throw on some mascara and a little lip gloss. There is absolutely no sense in piling on makeup just to clean and serve food. I will sweat it off anyway. Looking at my reflection, I admit that one of the things I have going for me is that I have flawless skin. My skin coloring has just enough pigment to look like I tan, but it’s all natural. Then there are my eyes. I have never really seen an eye color like my own; they are a blue-violet color. The wavy, raven locks and long, dark lashes that I have, make my eyes stand out more. I’ve tried changing my hair color, but nothing else looks good on me. Alth

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

I had to tear my gaze away from him before he could do that. His hair was blue at the moment, making me raise a brow. “Why's it blue?” “Oh. This?” He touched his hair. “This is my happy colour. My hair turns blue whenever I'm overjoyed.” He grinned, sitting on the couch opposite me. “It turns yellow when I'm sad. Grey when I'm confused.” “What of black?” “When I'm mad.” He smiled. “It also turns white when I'm happy. It all depends on the type of happiness.”

That is something new in my pregnancy, I’m constantly horny not that he’s complaining. “You look stunning.” He says before sauntering in and wrapping his arms around me from behind so we can look at each other in the mirror. “I miss your old hair though.” I loved my blue hair, but for a charity event like this I didn’t think it would be appropriate. Plus it made me look like a rebellious street kid and I’m not that person anymore. So what did I do? I died my hair back to brown but when I pull my hair half up hald down a whole section of my hair is still Blue. It symbolizes who I am now. I’m a Rhodes who runs a huge charity organization but I’m also Blue the girl with no name and no real home

We head to yet another store and she begins her search anew. “This is actually quite tricky. Since your hair is blue we need to make sure it doesn't clash. I don't really want to put you in black. It would look okay, but I think it won't be as flattering as something in blue or purple. Maybe even white.” She says as she browses. She holds up a few dresses in front of me, but quickly dismisses them. “Yes, I am definitely leaning towards blue to match your hair.” She suddenly stops and gasps.