⠀”Thy efforts were in vain,” he said.
⠀
“There’s no need for words anymore,” you interject.
(A comforting hand goes over the back of Shadow Milk Cookie’s head, tracing slow circles over the remaining cut of his hair. Full of regret, but intent on soothing his pains.)
“… it’s going to be okay, Shadow Milk Cookie.”
⬂
“There’s no need for words anymore,” you interject.
(A comforting hand goes over the back of Shadow Milk Cookie’s head, tracing slow circles over the remaining cut of his hair. Full of regret, but intent on soothing his pains.)
“… it’s going to be okay, Shadow Milk Cookie.”
⬂
(It was the first time you’d ever witnessed a true show of panic from him. Him, of all Cookies.
Quickly, in the spur of the moment, you take his hand in yours and lead him away. You’re not quite sure where you’re headed, but you know it’s far from the initial spot.)
⬂
His breathing is shaky, as he tries to hold it back from hyperventilation. He can't seem scared. No, he can't. }
(It was the first time you’d ever witnessed a true show of panic from him. Him, of all Cookies.
Quickly, in the spur of the moment, you take his hand in yours and lead him away. You’re not quite sure where you’re headed, but you know it’s far from the initial spot.)
⬂
I’m over three hours in and no, I haven’t been doing this for one whole day, this is my third day on it because I don’t want burnout
I’m over three hours in and no, I haven’t been doing this for one whole day, this is my third day on it because I don’t want burnout
(Immediately, the scissors slip out of your grasp as both hands come to clamp over your mouth. No, no, no.
Your legs shakily take you backward. Your breathing is labored. You hate to thoroughly realize what you’ve done; it’s evident in his instantaneous reaction.)
⬂
“ Hey, uh. . -- who turned out the lights. . ? ”
(Immediately, the scissors slip out of your grasp as both hands come to clamp over your mouth. No, no, no.
Your legs shakily take you backward. Your breathing is labored. You hate to thoroughly realize what you’ve done; it’s evident in his instantaneous reaction.)
⬂
(Slowly, you lift the scissors to a certain height, and… you snip rather carelessly. As careful as you would have wished to be, your mind is unfortunately in a completely different place.
You’re not fully aware of what you’re unintentionally severing. Not just yet.)
{ Letting him take the scissors, he'd turn his back to him. Giving him full access to his hair. }
“ Yeah yeah, I'm ready. ”
“There is nothing to be in amazement of.”
(Gently prying the pair of scissors from his hands.)
“Whenever you’re ready. I don’t plan for this to take long.”
(Slowly, you lift the scissors to a certain height, and… you snip rather carelessly. As careful as you would have wished to be, your mind is unfortunately in a completely different place.
You’re not fully aware of what you’re unintentionally severing. Not just yet.)
“There is nothing to be in amazement of.”
(Gently prying the pair of scissors from his hands.)
“Whenever you’re ready. I don’t plan for this to take long.”
“There is nothing to be in amazement of.”
(Gently prying the pair of scissors from his hands.)
“Whenever you’re ready. I don’t plan for this to take long.”
“Fine, then. It isn’t as if we can do much else about it. Do you have a pair of scissors?”
“Fine, then. It isn’t as if we can do much else about it. Do you have a pair of scissors?”
“… Trimming… your hair? Can you /not/ do that yourself? What a trivial task…”
“… Trimming… your hair? Can you /not/ do that yourself? What a trivial task…”
“… It isn’t as if you ever truly give me a choice. Ask and be through with it.”
“… It isn’t as if you ever truly give me a choice. Ask and be through with it.”