*I do not own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
Another fic inspired by a real llife events. Hope you enjoy!
Intertwined in his fingers was a pair of lonely cutting shears. Meeting with ebony locks, snip goes the song of scissors. With a snip, a lock of hair hits the floor. A snip here and a snip there more hair falls to the ground. With every action, with every movement, his disappointments, his dreams fall away with the snip of a pair of scissors.
Each time something went wrong, or if he just did not felt right, the song of scissors sang cutting the troubles away. Or if he felt depressed, or wished he was dead he would pick up those lovely shears and snip away until he felt satisfied.
One day someone else picked up those lonely shears and when she held them somehow it was not so lonely yet why did something so cold bring so much delight?
Snip here and snip there orange locks came flying down, in small puffs.
You may wonder why she joined the cutting spree. Whatever he could do she could do better but this time that was not the case. With a snip and tug, fell down like a glove on floor in a harmonious race. She had to catch up, to make him see that there is more then a few strands of hair, no matter the stakes, no matter the cost, she wanted to show him that she would always, always be there.
When they caught sight of each other, they let those scissors go. They realized how silly the other looked and thought who knows how it will be, but with a kiss and a hug, they now we're free to love.
No more did those scissors sing, not that they lost their use, but used only when they needed a trim.