𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚝.
「 ♫ 」 Her hair used to be shorter than this, but that wasn’t for the sake of style or looking good. And she wouldn’t mention it either way. ( Not a fond memory. Certainly one he didn’t need to hear about. ) “Thank you,” she murmured, and rather than continue to fidget with it, she forced her hand to drop back to her side. Well, if it looked fine, she supposed she didn’t need to worry about it. “Impulse.” That seemed like the right word; in truth, she hardly remembered doing it. “…and it’s easier to take care of.”
there’s a hum as she recounts the reasons , a flicker of perception within swimming in odd eyes . he tugs at a strand of his own hair , playful smile on a pale countenance . he knows the familiarity of an impulse haircut , of trying to feel new in the middle of the night . ❛ i get it , ❜ he says . ❛ you look well , too . ❜ his features soften , smile turning fond . ❛ have you been eating often ? ❜















