random pthon repost
Because I am procrastinating writing my TW bb and no one can stop me (mwahaha).
This was written for a bonus challenge, for the theme of Pride. Elena/Mithian, PG-13, ModAU. V. short, lacking in porn, and unbetad and unexpanded.
Elena couldn't stop the grin that was plastered over her face. She'd wanted to dye her hair for ages but her father had never let her. Thankfully she was at uni now, and her dad didn't have to know about it.
"How long do I have to wait?"
Mithian looks over the sachets scattered on the side of the sink. "Fifteen minutes, they all say."
Elena re-arranges her towel, trying to keep the dyes off her clothes. Mithian leans closer and kisses her. "You have dye on your forehead, let me get that."
"Thanks," Elena whispered, heart thumping at Mithian's closeness, the feel of her thumb against Elena's skin. She'll never get used to this feeling, of having Mithian just there. Mithian smiles down at her and kisses her nose.
"You're going to look brilliant."
Fifteen minutes later Elena is sitting on the floor over the bath, Mithian rinsing the dyes off and carding her fingers through Elena's hair. Elena is impatient now, wanting to see if the effect is as awesome as she hopes. She can see the water getting lighter and lighter until it eventually runs clear.
She knows she'll have to wait until it dries, and she rubs it with a towel, even though she knows it's bad for her hair, just to make the process quicker. Mithian picks up a brush.
"No looking until it's finished properly, come on."
Mithian finally, finally lets Elena look in a mirror. She holds one up behind Elena's back to show her all of her hair.
"Oh, wow," Elena gasps. Her hair is a rainbow, stripes of colour going from root to tip. Mithian did an excellent job in sectioning it equally, and the colours are vivid in her light hair.
"No one will be able to take their eyes off you, gorgeous," Mithian says, pulling her close.
This was written for a bonus challenge, for the theme of Pride. Elena/Mithian, PG-13, ModAU. V. short, lacking in porn, and unbetad and unexpanded.
Elena couldn't stop the grin that was plastered over her face. She'd wanted to dye her hair for ages but her father had never let her. Thankfully she was at uni now, and her dad didn't have to know about it.
"How long do I have to wait?"
Mithian looks over the sachets scattered on the side of the sink. "Fifteen minutes, they all say."
Elena re-arranges her towel, trying to keep the dyes off her clothes. Mithian leans closer and kisses her. "You have dye on your forehead, let me get that."
"Thanks," Elena whispered, heart thumping at Mithian's closeness, the feel of her thumb against Elena's skin. She'll never get used to this feeling, of having Mithian just there. Mithian smiles down at her and kisses her nose.
"You're going to look brilliant."
Fifteen minutes later Elena is sitting on the floor over the bath, Mithian rinsing the dyes off and carding her fingers through Elena's hair. Elena is impatient now, wanting to see if the effect is as awesome as she hopes. She can see the water getting lighter and lighter until it eventually runs clear.
She knows she'll have to wait until it dries, and she rubs it with a towel, even though she knows it's bad for her hair, just to make the process quicker. Mithian picks up a brush.
"No looking until it's finished properly, come on."
Mithian finally, finally lets Elena look in a mirror. She holds one up behind Elena's back to show her all of her hair.
"Oh, wow," Elena gasps. Her hair is a rainbow, stripes of colour going from root to tip. Mithian did an excellent job in sectioning it equally, and the colours are vivid in her light hair.
"No one will be able to take their eyes off you, gorgeous," Mithian says, pulling her close.