His Name Was River

Witches and Paint

Stretching his back tiredly, he shook his soft blond hair over his shoulder and padded to the kitchen, fully intending on making himself something for breakfast. That is, until a little green chameleon suddenly appeared out of absolutely nowhere, making him jump and spill his water.
"D-Darn it, Pascal! I was thirsty!"
With a sigh, he began angrily cleaning up the mess his little reptile friend had caused, pursing his lips in frustration.
Well, at least there's something to do!
A heavy groan escaped his trembling form as he noticed that some of his hair had gotten wet. Oh no, Mother wouldn't like that one bit. He decided on letting it air dry, because she probably wouldn't be back home for a little anyways, he was normally all alone in his tower.
He opened the window wide, letting in the sunshine so that the two would finally be able to have some more light before he settled in with one of his few books.
An hour passed, and Pascal seemed to have other plans for him. The chameleon pointed his tail at the male's ratty hair all over the ground, letting him know exactly what he feared.
It was time for another brushing already.
The green-eyed man rummaged through his drawers, and found his brush with his spilt paints and almost-empty jars with ragged old paintbrushes. And then it began.
He shimmied through the beams, Pascal watched curiously as he made it almost all the way up to the ceiling before he started brushing.
His hair was shiny and it glimmered like liquid gold in just the right light, and normally he wouldn't mind having such pretty hair. It was the fact that it was so long, that's what took all the fun out of it. Maybe one day, his mother would let him cut it. But she insisted that it looked very becoming, like he was some prince, or a warrior for that matter. Whatever boosted his ego enough to stay looking the exact same as the day before, she'd say to him, buttering him up like a roast pig.
This whole ordeal took him hours, and he got done just as he heard his mother call for him from the bottom of the tower.
"Oh, River! Let down your hair!"