Note: HI! So, I'm not sure if the edited version of my first chapter came up or not.. but. I do not own Dragon age. I think this is going to be a story where piece by piece Krem becomes what he is. The next few chapters are going to be short and sweet, I hope you enjoy!
Krem's eyes were closed, bringing in shaky breaths as the scissors slowly went across. The strange static noise, unique, only to the cutting of hair. His head was growing increasingly lighter. His chest hurt slightly, from the pressure on it. Even though they haven't even started on binding.
"Are your eyes closed?" Haylem asked, her voice calm. "Yes." He replied, but his was breezy. His head was light, and not because of his hair. This didn't feel.. wrong. Just odd. It felt like a dream coming true. He heard a soft chuckle, and fingers raked through his hair, and he realized how short it was. "Ah, you really do have the jaw for this, Krem." He laughed at that. A real laugh. Calmness washing over him.
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
Scissors came across him again, and a razor to clean up the sides. There was a sharp feeling in his side, he didn't like the razor. Too close to his head. Made him uncomfortable. He swallowed, not saying anything, staying as still as he could, and listened to her breathing. Her hands working through his hair, occasionally giggling.
The seat was actually very comfortable, regardless on how it was made of wood. It was shaped perfectly for a body to sit in it. The large mirror in front of him. He was still in a dress, which didn't make him all that happy, but hey, you get what you get.
Plus, she had tons of outfits picked out for him. It was a little difficult to find his size, but they were of similar build, so that helped.
Her breathing was calm and shallow, but it comforted him. "Wait.." She stopped her movements, a little bit of confusion wafting through the air. He smiled, lifting his leg and he sank into the seat more. Suddenly bringing out a loud laugh with her.
"Comfortable?" "Absolutely."
He could practically feel the smile, especially when he leaned his head back on the chair, his neck extended, but he felt like dozing. A crooked smile on his face. The pressure of the wood, being warm from the sunlight was nice. It was a beautiful day. Especially in the massive mansion that was her family's home.
"There... Spike it up a little." he felt her hand rake through his hair, messing it all up, and they both giggled, his face tensed, little tickling sensations going across his face from loose hairs. She lifted his head up, draping her arms on his shoulders, the pressure was honestly relaxing. "Alright Krem.." She was nervous, he could tell.
"Open your eyes."
He did.
The person staring in the mirror, was definitely not what he used to be. This was the face of a man. She was right. He did have the jaw for this. In the mirror, small dark brown eyes stared back at him, a smile going across his mirrored face that only grew. His hair was short, shaved on the sides with only slight length, and longer on the top. It looked good on him. "I.."
"Do.. Do you like it?"
Nothing could express the relaxation in his chest. How calm he was, he felt fulfilled. Just.. blissful. He didn't even pay attention to the dress. Leaning forward to inspect himself. She leaned back, he saw in his peripherals that she crossed her arms, but she was smiling. He pushed a hand tentively through his hair, and smiled even bigger. It hurt his face to smile this wide. But he couldn't help it.
"...It's amazing. I've never been happier." His words were so true, a tension going into his throat. It strained his voice, his eyes watering. "Aw, Krem.." He finally looked at her. Her eyes full of affection, and she launched forward, hugging him tightly around the shoulders.
He looked at her, and then back at his reflection. He couldn't get over how different he looked. And how happy he was to look the way he does. This time, he moved his head. He was the one to kiss her. A pressured kiss on her cheek, and he felt the vibrations of her laugh through it.
"Don't think we're done, sir." She said cutely, letting go and she stood up with a Cheshire grin. "I still have some things to do with you!" He grinned larger, looking at the pile of clothes on her large bed. She clapped her hands, and then rubbed them together. "Heh.. Let's do this."
He was up out of that chair faster than anything. At her elbow, still pushing his hands through his hair. It felt so short, didn't get stuck. It felt smooth, no knots.
"Yeah. Let's do this."