don't doubt it

Sid had to believe he was quite under control. Even so with the scissors at hand, there were visions of stabbing and blood, and it was all a little ill to him, but he went on. That was some place else not here, not with Violet. Did she know her name reminded him of violence. Well, he wouldn't speak of it, now would he?He didn't want an accident to happen. And it very well could if he weren't careful.

He scooped up a thick layer of hair and pinned it at the top of her head while he cut very close to the nap of her neck.

"Are you sure, you know what you're doing?" She murmured so quietly.

"Very sure." He demanded. "Be still."

And she was.

Just then he noticed his towel was gone. Oops. Oh well, didn't really bother him. Did it bother her that he chose to be such a nudest? Honestly, it all felt rather natural to him. He concentrated on her hair. Such body that bounced. The length was weighing it down.

"I bet you've had headaches." He mentioned.

"Not really," Violet squinted. "Maybe."

"It is happening to you?"

"What is happening to me?" Violet wanted to know.

"Nothing." He shrugged. He looked at her heart-shaped face in the big mirror and dropped a wad of hair down to tend to with the scissors. "You'll think its a virus at first. But don't be alarmed."

"What are you going on about?" She swelled a frown.

"I'm just telling you how it is." He smirked.

"What is it?" She squinted hard this time as he was on his way to finishing up the bob that fell just below her ears now.

"Dunno exactly." He said so quietly. Finally it was done, and he was satisfied. The precious auburn hair looked neat at all angles. "Now isn't that lovely, you look sophisticated, you know. I'm sure the children won't treat you like a child anymore on those tours. at the museum. They have no respect for a girl with braids."

He smiled so happily then as he looked down to see what had risen to the occasion.

"Could we do something?" He then asked. Hopefully, she would guess...what.