AFTER LAUGHTER
@mmnara
"Unnie." Her voice is soft, as if speaking any louder would be akin to a push, and the last thing Nara needs is a push comes to shove comes to edging off of another precipice. All right, maybe it’s not that dire, and it’s been some time since then, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry when the wound is somewhat still fresh.
They’re sitting in front of the vanity in Nara’s room. Mara stands behind her, absently cards through her hair all the while. It cascades down to the small of her back, curling slight at the ends and ink-black. Decisions, decisions: with the idea she’s got in mind, it won’t be as dark any longer.
“Still thinking about it?” She’d been there once, but for entirely different reasons. Sixteen and it’d been her tamest attempt at rebellion, only because the shock of blonde hadn’t looked that bad and she’d been too much of a coward to reach for the scissors, but that’s a story for another time. “We can always change it back if you don’t like it.”