Hair
She looked at her reflection as she just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. She frowned. It wasn't her hair. Not really. She ran her fingers though the hair as red as a rose. It wasn't the nice almost black hair she originally had.
The hair on her head belonged to her sister. Dahlia. But on her it reminded Iris of the murders she committed.
Thinking of Dahlia made the hair look like blood. Blood of the innocent pouring on her head. And that freaked her out. She grabbed for the scissors.
Someone stopped her though.
She spun around.
Phoenix looked worried as he placed the scissors down.
"Don't ruin your hair," he said frowning. Iris felt guilty. How she must have made him worry walking on a scene like that. He pulled out a brush and her towel on the floor. "It's already perfect you know."
Iris looked at Phoenix brushing her hair. She saw his hair. So wild and spiky. But it really worked on him. So unique like him.
AN: For something so short it sure is taking it's time to update. Also just so we're clear Iris is dressed!