A Terrickrow fic by Laurie Oak :]
(This was an idea by @justablah56, and don’t mind me randomly making descriptive stuff out of nowhere argh)
The sink was covered in box on box of hair dye, ranging from bright red to purple to light pink. Sparrow stood at the mirror, with her hair tied up, watching the watch on her wrist intently.
“Has it been 35 minutes yet?” Terry looked up from the sink, where they were struggling to rinse out their hair.
Nope.” Nicky hummed from where he was sitting in the empty bathtub, painting his nails. He’d stolen Sparrow’s red nail polish earlier. Sparrow groaned, flicking at a strand of loose hair. She’d been trying to grow it out past her shoulders but it seemed to be refusing to grow any longer. Her gloved hands were stained with pink and so was Nicky’s old band shirt she was wearing.
“Nicky, when did you last see Lark today?” Nicky looked up, surprised.
“Like two hours ago when we finished band practice? Why?” Sparrow fiddled with her hair, more strands coming loose now.
“Well I promised him I’d cut my hair to match his and I don’t think I want to,” Terry dried their hair, mumbling from underneath the towel.
“Why does he want you to cut your hair?” Nicky sat up in the bathtub now, listening intently.
“It reminds him of Dad, that’s why he cut his hair last month, and you know, with us being siblings and everything,” Sparrow waved her hand, flicking some hair dye onto the already stained mirror.
“He wanted me to match.” They’d had had a big argument over that last night, Lark had ended up storming out the house to Grant’s that night, and she hadn’t seen him since. Terry put down the towel and threw an arm over Sparrow’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to match anyone if you don’t want too.” They kissed Sparrow on the head briefly, before turning around to face Nicky. He stood up and stumbled, his wings flailing as he caught himself. He joined the two of them, throwing his arms around Sparrow and Terry, hugging them both.
“It’s kind of a shitty thing for Lark to expect you to do whatever he says,” He mumbled.
“Nono it’s not like that,” Sparrow began, then she trailed off.
“I agree what Terry said, be your own person.” Sparrow felt a sting in her eyes, and quickly wiped them.
“Thanks you two.” She leant over to kiss Terry on the cheek, Nicky’s head resting on her shoulder. She ran her fingers over Nicky’s nail polish, the dark red almost a black.
“Are you going to give my nail polish back at some point?” Nicky kissed Sparrow and smiled, his fangs showing.
“He’s avoiding the question!” Terry gasped and covered their mouth in fake surprise. They kissed Nicky, Sparrow in the middle, her arms around the two of them, peppering both of their faces with kisses.
Suddenly an alarm went off, breaking the three of them apart. Nicky’s phone was buzzing, 35 minutes had passed.
“Finally!” Sparrow untied the plastic covering her dyed hair, letting it fall onto her shoulders. She went quiet, her hands subconsciously twisting her bracelets around her wrists. Her hair was now streaked with bright pink, fading in and out, in a wave of colour. Her hair was actually longer than she thought, now reaching past her shoulders. The stinging feeling returned to her eyes and she let the tears fall, now smiling as they did. Nicky hugged Sparrow, and so did Terry, and she grinned. Everything was going to be alright.
