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The knife they were holding barely felt heavy on their hand, but what they were about to do sure did have a certain weight to it.
Uraume had always been well aware of how their hair caught people’s attention. Because of its color, white with the reddish part, and because of how long they wore it… or had been wearing it, to be more precise. That, added up to the paleness of their skin and their also reddish eyes, had earned them more than one stare. Some of them were strange stares, yes, but others…
… others, and said stares’ owners had deemed it worthy of praise.
‘Pretty girl… Like a princess...’
The list wasn’t huge, but it was long enough to sting, making them frown as they looked into the mirror; their reflection offering the same somewhat exasperated expression as they undid the hairdo they had been wearing, letting their long snowy mane fall loose over their shoulders and more, down to their waist.
“Pretty, maybe. But there is no girl here.” Uraume muttered, even when it was very unlikely someone could hear that.
It wasn’t like Uraume didn’t consider themself good looking, as it was quite the opposite. But that was how things were, what the common saying… well, said. The longer the hair, the prettier the woman. And honestly, they found that convention quite stupid, but at the same time… being percieved as something they wasn’t tired them, more then when they had decided not to play the part that had been given to them way long ago. So it was better to cut it. Not like they were really attached to long hair, anyway.
Plus, It wasn’t just about their looks, as the main reason they had given into that resolution was also a more practical one: the longer the hair, the more it would get in the way. Combing and tying it up took time, and not doing so meant having it as an annoyance while doing almost everything.
In other words, they would be winning in a wide range of ways, and the choice had been more than taken at that point.
Maintaining an intense gaze, as if they were ready to challenge anyone who dared to try and stop them, Uraume started to take strands of hair and cut them, first more carelessly to take most of the hair out of the way, and later more carefully and thoroughly in order to set which length they wanted. And once the haircut was finished, their hair fell now only to their jaw’s length, slightly shorter at the back, which took a bit of observation to notice and had been completely deliberated.
The strands of cut hair, something they should clean up soon, were all scattered around them as if a blizzard had just passed through, no matter if natural or caused by Uraume’s technique. And both the image shown in the mirror and the incredibly wide range of movements they could do withouth hair bothering them in the process… they had a certain taste of freedom.
And so, Uraume smiled.