Maeve
He lifts the biggest clump and she can feel the weight of it. Her eyes squeeze shut and her breath catches in her throat as the scissors press against the ruined strands. The first cut is the hardest and suddenly the scissors shear through it. The strands fall to the floor and her tears finally fall with it. She doesn't sob like she did in the swamp while Rigby stared after her in judgment. Her shoulders don't shake and no sound leaves her save for a few sniffles. No, the tears slip silently down her cheeks while he cuts away at the tar.
By the end of it her hair is lighter than its ever been and the tears have stopped. Maeve wipes at her eyes, one last sniffle leaving her as she meets his eyes as he brushes her hair one last time. "It's... different. Don't even feel like I recognize myself." She admits softly, reaching up to tentatively touch one of the slowly forming curls. Funny. Her hair hasn't curled since she was a child.
She turns to face him, bottom lip back between her teeth as she meets his eyes, "Do... Do you like it?" Maeve asks, uncertainty lacing through her words as her cheeks flush.
By the end of it her hair is lighter than its ever been and the tears have stopped. Maeve wipes at her eyes, one last sniffle leaving her as she meets his eyes as he brushes her hair one last time. "It's... different. Don't even feel like I recognize myself." She admits softly, reaching up to tentatively touch one of the slowly forming curls. Funny. Her hair hasn't curled since she was a child.
She turns to face him, bottom lip back between her teeth as she meets his eyes, "Do... Do you like it?" Maeve asks, uncertainty lacing through her words as her cheeks flush.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
