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tamingthemuseTitle: Hair
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 401 - Alter ego
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: She could barely recognise herself in the mirror. She felt like a stranger was a looking back at her.
Anna had been back from the hair dresser for almost half an hour and all that time she had been standing in the bathroom, intently studying her reflection in the mirror. She had ask the hairdresser to cut her hair really short. She had never tried it before and wanted to see how it would look. She could barely recognise herself in the mirror. She felt like a stranger was a looking back at her.
"I'm home." Anna heard Agathe's voice resonate through the house but she didn't reply. She ran her hand through her hair and shuffled it as if she could make it grow back this way.
"There you are," said Agathe as she walked into the bathroom. "Oh," she exclaimed as she saw Anna's back. "New hair," she commented.
Anna didn't turn to face her, she didn't even acknowledge that she had heard her.
"I like it," added Agathe with a smile as she leaned her body against Anna's, kissing her neck softly.
Anna shivered at the touch and looked Agathe in the eyes through the mirror.
"You do," she asked tentatively.
"Yes. It's very different but it suits you."
"It doesn't look too strange?"
"No. It just looks good."
Anna felt Agathe's hand turn her body around and in an instant they were facing each other. Agathe stared at Anna for a long second, letting her time to speak first but Anna remained quiet. "What's wrong," she finally asked her voice filled with concern.
"I don't recognise myself..." Anna's voice trailed off, her eyes drifting to the floor. Agathe stayed silent, giving Anna time to speak. "I don't know... I've never had hair so short. It's... different," she said tentatively not satisfied with the word. "It's like I'm looking at someone else," she finished as she raised her head, pleadingly looking at Agathe.
"You're not different. It's your hair that has changed. And it's good that it has. It can be a defining sense of who you are in this life, in this time. We're always slightly different each time, but it doesn't make us strangers to ourselves, it doesn't mean our essences ever change." She paused to caress Anna's hair gently. "It's like building a new you each time. And maybe in this life it includes short hair. Or maybe not. If it really bothers you, let it grow back. It won't change who you are."
Anna nodded slowly. "Ok," she whispered softly. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am," Agathe joked in reply. She brought Anna closer to her and hugged her firmly against her. Anna closed her eyes and let herself be embraced, forgetting her appearance for an instant and focusing on the love she could feel flowing between them. "You're right," she murmured almost inaudibly Agathe's shoulder. "I'm not different," she thought as Agathe kissed her on the forehead before gently letting her go.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 401 - Alter ego
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: She could barely recognise herself in the mirror. She felt like a stranger was a looking back at her.
Anna had been back from the hair dresser for almost half an hour and all that time she had been standing in the bathroom, intently studying her reflection in the mirror. She had ask the hairdresser to cut her hair really short. She had never tried it before and wanted to see how it would look. She could barely recognise herself in the mirror. She felt like a stranger was a looking back at her.
"I'm home." Anna heard Agathe's voice resonate through the house but she didn't reply. She ran her hand through her hair and shuffled it as if she could make it grow back this way.
"There you are," said Agathe as she walked into the bathroom. "Oh," she exclaimed as she saw Anna's back. "New hair," she commented.
Anna didn't turn to face her, she didn't even acknowledge that she had heard her.
"I like it," added Agathe with a smile as she leaned her body against Anna's, kissing her neck softly.
Anna shivered at the touch and looked Agathe in the eyes through the mirror.
"You do," she asked tentatively.
"Yes. It's very different but it suits you."
"It doesn't look too strange?"
"No. It just looks good."
Anna felt Agathe's hand turn her body around and in an instant they were facing each other. Agathe stared at Anna for a long second, letting her time to speak first but Anna remained quiet. "What's wrong," she finally asked her voice filled with concern.
"I don't recognise myself..." Anna's voice trailed off, her eyes drifting to the floor. Agathe stayed silent, giving Anna time to speak. "I don't know... I've never had hair so short. It's... different," she said tentatively not satisfied with the word. "It's like I'm looking at someone else," she finished as she raised her head, pleadingly looking at Agathe.
"You're not different. It's your hair that has changed. And it's good that it has. It can be a defining sense of who you are in this life, in this time. We're always slightly different each time, but it doesn't make us strangers to ourselves, it doesn't mean our essences ever change." She paused to caress Anna's hair gently. "It's like building a new you each time. And maybe in this life it includes short hair. Or maybe not. If it really bothers you, let it grow back. It won't change who you are."
Anna nodded slowly. "Ok," she whispered softly. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am," Agathe joked in reply. She brought Anna closer to her and hugged her firmly against her. Anna closed her eyes and let herself be embraced, forgetting her appearance for an instant and focusing on the love she could feel flowing between them. "You're right," she murmured almost inaudibly Agathe's shoulder. "I'm not different," she thought as Agathe kissed her on the forehead before gently letting her go.
