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Haircut v.2

(A/N): I did ittttt-

This is basically a rewritten version of the last chapter, except with Darius instead of Luz, Eda, Lilith, etc.

It's also gonna go very differently, so yeah-

Enjoy!

    Darius POV:

      "Knock knock, Little Prince," I say in a bored tone.

He had been locked up in his room since his recent meeting with Belos, and the Coven Heads voted me to go get him for their meeting. What a bore. Can this child hurry up? I think to myself. Then, I heard quiet... sobbing? Crying? Coming from the Golden Guard's room.

I jiggle the handle to the door to make it more obvious I was there. I heard some rustling from within the room before he unlocked the door and opened it. And by the Titan's horns did he look awful. His clothes were wrinkled and slightly stained with a mud-like substance, his eyes were red and puffy, most likely from the tears that left small streak marks on his cheeks, and a weird chunk of his hair was missing. It looked as if someone took a harpoon and threw it a tad too close to his head. That thought triggered my parental instincts, so I quickly started examining his face and clothing for any other cuts.

After thoroughly checking that the blonde was physically okay, I prodded for an explanation as to why his hair was... in it's current state.

"So, Little Prince, what's up with the new haircut?" I query.

He stiffens from the comment, and reaches up towards the spot of missing hair.

The blonde muttered something involving it "not being important", "he failed", and that "he deserved Belo-"

Then he froze. Realizing his slip up, his eyes narrowed sadly, he started fidgeting with his hands, and glanced everywhere but me.

"Belos... did that?" I whisper, knowing the answer to the question already.

"I-i-it's fine, I... deserved it anyway. I screwed up on a mission. It's my fault, I-I should've done better." He admitted, staring at his boots.

"Well... uh, we've got a meeting scheduled, I was supposed to... get you," I said awkwardly.

"Ah, okay. I'll go get ready," he said, turning around, then hesitated in realization.

"I don't have my mask, and the other Head's will ask about it..." he bit his lip, trying to think.

"I could give you a quick haircut?" I offered, summoning a bit of abomination matter to form scissors.

He visibly stiffened, but still accepted.

I snipped away at the uneven parts of his undercut as he distracted himself with his scroll.

"There, all fixed. I'm no barber, but it looks good," I say proudly.

"Thank you, Darius. Any of the other Coven Heads would've laughed, taken a photo, and either used it as blackmail or spread it around the castle, I owe you one," Hunter said, fidgeting with his hands.

"It's fine, Little Prince, you don't owe me anything. Now let's get going to this chaos hole of a meeting," I respond nonchalantly.

(A/N): That... took awhile. It's also less angsty than the first version and much shorter, which I apologise for. I finished this on a plane, so if there are any typos, blame the turbulence.

Sorry it didn't come sooner, I had a vacation and a LOT of homework on my tail.

Ideas, prompts, etc. are greatly appreciated, although I definitely won't get to all of them, let alone even write all of them.

Till then, I'mma go write out my brainrot and then probably never publish it.

Byeeeeeeee!

June 11th, 2022