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Six years ago:[break][break]
"Mom, why don't I have a dad?"[break][break]
There it was, the one question many single parents dreaded hearing. For Yaela, this came at the worse time possible. Fortunately, she caught herself before the knife could amputate her finger tip. A red deeper than the brilliant mane trailing down her back dripped from her finger. She tucked it between her teeth, pointing the handle of her blade down at the small girl beside her. [break][break]
Merrill was only four years old at the time, sharp as a tact and stubborn like her father. "Mom?" Well?[break][break]
"Well..." How does one answer that? Delicately? Yaela bit down on her finger. "He didn't like my hair, so he had to go," was always her default answer. Most just laughed it off; she liked it that way. The truth was harder to admit when both parties were equally at fault. [break][break]
A high-pitched whine sounded near her feet. The child was slumped over on the floor, hanging onto Yaela's leg like a weight. "Well?"[break][break]
"Why does it even matter," she snapped. The sudden bite caused the child to recoil, alarm and confusion stamped on her face. Shit. She'd never raised her voice at the girl until now, rarely did unless backed into a corner. "Oh, sweetie..." Merill was on the verge of tears, and Yaela's fingers were tasted of red pepper.[break][break]
She crouched down to eye level and placed a hand on hair as fine as hers. "He cut my hair."[break][break]
The head poked up, tears replaced with astonishment. "But you love your hair!" Almost as much as she loved herself, yes. "All of it?"[break][break]
"All of it." She was grinning, in spite of the anger simmering far below. "I can't forgive someone who does that without my permission." Her lips set in a firm line, less of a smile now and more akin to a scowl. "Cut" was putting it mildly, and clean shaven a lie. Shame and pride were at odds with each other, one refusing to allow the other to easily remedy the situation.[break][break]
In a world overflowing with magic, Yaela refused to enchant her hair, disregarding rumors that suggested otherwise. She'd come into this world a flaming redhead, and carefully maintained her hair throughout the years, fussing with it for hours on end. It was her pride and joy, her best feature. So when she left the house for the first time since her downfall, it was either be branded as an adulteress or pretend she'd cut it of her own volition. [break][break]
"It was time for a change, is all," she'd say, smiling. Always smiling, too petty and prideful to let him think he had the upper hand. Even when she was approached by another woman wearing her hair, she did not flinch. "Oh, you know me. I like to help, plus it grows back so fast." She wanted to choke him, but found revenge in inviting men to his bed when he wasn't home.[break][break]
"I just couldn't trust him." She carefully moved a stray lock behind Merrill's ear. "Don't ever let a boy tell you what you can and cannot do with your own body. Or anyone else, for that matter." The incident with her hair was where things escalated too far. Everything prior to that seemed so insignificant. No, subtle. It was all so subtle; manipulative remarks on the way she wore her hair, how she dressed or acted in public.[break][break]
She could tell he was being passive aggressive when new accessories appeared around the house, or tugged a little too hard at knots. Even their sleeping habits. She never pinned or tied her hair back before bed until she met him. He didn't like being the small spoon, either. It was either cut it all off or accommodate for his needs, and obviously she couldn't do the former. And then when Merrill came along…[break][break]
Yaela hugged the girl. He left some time after their daughter turned two, partly because their marriage was falling apart, but also because he took scissors to the girl's hair. [break][break]
"She looks cuter with shorter hair, don't you agree?" [break][break]
I Don't Wanna Live Forever
Lust for Life
Six years ago:[break][break]
"Mom, why don't I have a dad?"[break][break]
There it was, the one question many single parents dreaded hearing. For Yaela, this came at the worse time possible. Fortunately, she caught herself before the knife could amputate her finger tip. A red deeper than the brilliant mane trailing down her back dripped from her finger. She tucked it between her teeth, pointing the handle of her blade down at the small girl beside her. [break][break]
Merrill was only four years old at the time, sharp as a tact and stubborn like her father. "Mom?" Well?[break][break]
"Well..." How does one answer that? Delicately? Yaela bit down on her finger. "He didn't like my hair, so he had to go," was always her default answer. Most just laughed it off; she liked it that way. The truth was harder to admit when both parties were equally at fault. [break][break]
A high-pitched whine sounded near her feet. The child was slumped over on the floor, hanging onto Yaela's leg like a weight. "Well?"[break][break]
"Why does it even matter," she snapped. The sudden bite caused the child to recoil, alarm and confusion stamped on her face. Shit. She'd never raised her voice at the girl until now, rarely did unless backed into a corner. "Oh, sweetie..." Merill was on the verge of tears, and Yaela's fingers were tasted of red pepper.[break][break]
She crouched down to eye level and placed a hand on hair as fine as hers. "He cut my hair."[break][break]
The head poked up, tears replaced with astonishment. "But you love your hair!" Almost as much as she loved herself, yes. "All of it?"[break][break]
"All of it." She was grinning, in spite of the anger simmering far below. "I can't forgive someone who does that without my permission." Her lips set in a firm line, less of a smile now and more akin to a scowl. "Cut" was putting it mildly, and clean shaven a lie. Shame and pride were at odds with each other, one refusing to allow the other to easily remedy the situation.[break][break]
In a world overflowing with magic, Yaela refused to enchant her hair, disregarding rumors that suggested otherwise. She'd come into this world a flaming redhead, and carefully maintained her hair throughout the years, fussing with it for hours on end. It was her pride and joy, her best feature. So when she left the house for the first time since her downfall, it was either be branded as an adulteress or pretend she'd cut it of her own volition. [break][break]
"It was time for a change, is all," she'd say, smiling. Always smiling, too petty and prideful to let him think he had the upper hand. Even when she was approached by another woman wearing her hair, she did not flinch. "Oh, you know me. I like to help, plus it grows back so fast." She wanted to choke him, but found revenge in inviting men to his bed when he wasn't home.[break][break]
"I just couldn't trust him." She carefully moved a stray lock behind Merrill's ear. "Don't ever let a boy tell you what you can and cannot do with your own body. Or anyone else, for that matter." The incident with her hair was where things escalated too far. Everything prior to that seemed so insignificant. No, subtle. It was all so subtle; manipulative remarks on the way she wore her hair, how she dressed or acted in public.[break][break]
She could tell he was being passive aggressive when new accessories appeared around the house, or tugged a little too hard at knots. Even their sleeping habits. She never pinned or tied her hair back before bed until she met him. He didn't like being the small spoon, either. It was either cut it all off or accommodate for his needs, and obviously she couldn't do the former. And then when Merrill came along…[break][break]
Yaela hugged the girl. He left some time after their daughter turned two, partly because their marriage was falling apart, but also because he took scissors to the girl's hair. [break][break]
"She looks cuter with shorter hair, don't you agree?" [break][break]
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