Daniel In a Hair Salon
I’m taking June to the hair salon. She wants to get bangs. Not straight bangs, but fringed ones that have a long strip at the end. Now that I've been married to June for a while, I surprise myself in the details I pay attention to. For example, during the rebellion, I didn't care what June did with her hair. I knew it was beautiful, but what she did with it? Nah. Our marriage has gone flawlessly. We've agreed we want to have kids soon, but we'd like to spend a while just being a couple. I glance at my wedding ring. Ours our different, both tri-colored and made of the same alloys (the properties of which June could rattle off at any given moment), but modeled in different styles. June's looks like the paperclip ring I gave her, and mine looks like the one she gave me. They are blue (representing the prodigy that June is and always was), red (representing both the scarlet streak and rebel I grew up as), and gold (representing our bond and allegiance to the Republic- it may surprise you, but I've become quite patriotic in my time with June.) I smile fondly at June lounging in her salon chair. She's leaning back and looking up at me, waiting for her stylist. Suddenly I hear giggling and tittering. A group of about five relatively young Asian women circle around me and start grabbing at strands of my hair. I am at once overwhelmed and overpowered. I look helplessly at June and attempt to swat away the hands of the many women. She just leans back and giggles, the gold flecks in her eyes shining mischievously. Eventually I give in and allow myself to be escorted to a barber chair. I don't want my hair cut- I like the shoulder length, straight style I have now. I try to tell them this, but I don't think they're listening. I daydream until they're done, at which time I dare to glance in the mirror. My eyes widen at the sight of me. My reflection jogs several memories and as they flash before me, I rub my temples in an attempt to sooth my tense muscles. My eyes dart too and fro inside my lids as I try to separate individual memories. I see a blond boy being shot in a firing squad, crumpling to the ground. I watch a young girl with glossy, shining lips and a smooth ponytail of dark hair stride towards me in combat boots and a black, gold-rimmed cape. From where I am, it appears that I'm strapped to the roof of a tall building... I open my eyes and look in the mirror again. I now look tired and older. I shake it off and see the young, handsome me in the mirror again. There is nothing different about my hair, except a deep scarlet streak in the left side of my parted hair. I thank the woman and pay them in notes. I meet June, who looks super goddy fabulous. Her bangs are fringed perfectly, then stop with an abrupt strip that is long, but not as long as the rest of her hair. The strip perfectly accents her face. Her eyes simply shine radiantly. She smiles, and I am overcome by her beauty. I walk over and hug her, "You look... nice, cousin." She smiles warmly at me.
Author’s Note: The picture at the top "If you're ever sad, just imagine Day Wing in a hair salon." was made by paperclipprodigy, who can be found on Instagram and Tumblr. It was actually what inspired this entire fan-fiction! I saw it and thought that I would like to write a scene with Day and June in a hair salon like a normal couple; something humorous and light-hearted. This was actually the first chapter I ever wrote.
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