(TRILOGY TO FAMILY IS CHAOS) A person's past make them who they are. But who they become because of it is up to them.
That can be said for two people who met by chance. Both outcasts, both tangled up in their doubts and fears. Both painted to be wha...
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Kaana and him had just had a bath together, but Kaana wanted to keep soaking. Garou sat on the bath stool, only in a towel, looking at his reflection in the body mirror. He raked his hand through his unruly, white hair. When his hair wasn't tied back, it just went everywhere, now. No prongs, just chaos. He never had the thought of cutting it, not wanting to deal with it. Still, it was starting to get out of hand, so maybe another change wouldn't be so bad? While in thought about it, Kaana noticed him fiddling with his crazy locks. She watched curiously, crossing her arms on the edge of the bath. It had been three weeks since their confessions, and it had been blissful since. Garou helped her move her belongings into the house and they made love every chance they got. Which was a lot. Granted, their sessions weren't as intense like that night, as they took their time now to actually explore their boundaries. What Garou liked and what she liked. If there were things they weren't ready for, they didn't hesitate to give their thoughts mid coitus. Kaana also noticed a drastic change in Garou since that rainy night. He seemed more relaxed, more happy in himself. He also became a bit of a romantic; making loving gestures and just turning into a genuinely sweet man. Kaana knew he always was, but it was nice that he expressed it more openly, now. She watched a moment more before moving to stand, the water spilling off her body as she climbed out and reached for a towel. Garou grumbled to himself, then he noticed Kaana coming up behind him, a towel wrapped around her body. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, "What's on your mind?" Garou kept staring at his reflection, before finally saying, "I need a haircut." "Oh!" Kaana's eyes lit up at the idea, and looked at him, "I can cut it for you!" This elicited a chuckle from the former hero hunter, "No offense, but I don't think I can trust you with a pair of scissors." Kaana gave him a questionable look, "Who was the one that skinned our kills back in the mountains, Garou? And made the pelts we sleep on?" "Good point," Garou chuckled lightly, tearing his eyes from the mirror, now looking at her, "You're good with a knife, but how good are you with scissors?" "Let me cut your hair and you'll find out," Kaana pecked him on the tip of his nose. So, Garou let her. It was a pretty daring decision, as he had never let anyone, aside from her, touch his head. However, he trusted her enough not to ruin his hair. So, Kaana got a pair of scissors and with both of them still in their towels, she gave him a haircut. The sound of scraping metal echoed in the main bathroom as the scissors closed on his long locks of hair. Chunk after chunk falling at his and her feet. It took a bit, but after the last snip, Kaana looked down at her work with satisfaction, "Done. What do you think?" Garou looked at himself, tilting his head side to side. It was much shorter, layered in a way that it stood up like white flames. He turned his gaze forward and gave a grumble, "I look like the old man." (Only good picture I can find.)
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