Chapter 3: Loose and Lousy Ringlets
Edward's hair was always this-side-of-too-long.
It meant that he'd spent an eternity with habits to that point.
He'd grown used to brushing it back. He actually liked the fact it brushed the edges of his cheeks when he looked down, and the nape of his neck all the time. And, well, after the first two weeks of annoyances, he'd even learned how to read piano music when it didn't want to stray pressed back. When he was distressed or annoyed he ran his fingers through it.
Now it was still this-side-of-too-long, except he was a girl.
Which meant it was this long flowing cascade of molten copper down his back.
It tickled the small of his back and brushed against his arms when walked anywhere.
Long enough that he accidentally leaned his elbow on it when he was reading his books, and would go to move, dragging his head up and yanking his hair from its caught place. Long enough that if he rolled the windows down in the car, he actually had to reach out and hold it, if he didn't want it getting stuck in the window when it rolled up.
Long enough that when he played, if it wasn't tied back, it spilled over his shoulders, and tickled his arms as he was moving his new, but still long and thin, finger across the keys. Long enough to soaks his shirts when it's drying. Long enough that his fingers caught trying to run through it, and it snarled easily with its cascading waves and ending curl.