"You might wanna break out the £3 dye again, Dracula," Francis says, burying their cheek in the pillow and Gerry's dark abyss of tresses.
The sound of Gerry scoffing and, "got something to say about my hair, Van Helsing<\i>?"
"Your roots are coming back in," Francis says, the scent of ash and cheap shampoo lingering in their nose, their fingers weaving through a sea of fading black product and the creeping tendrils of strawberry blonde locks clawing their way to the sunlight.
The Magnus Archives, Francis/Gerry Keay, strawberry blonde
The sound of Gerry scoffing and, "got something to say about my hair, Van Helsing<\i>?"
"Your roots are coming back in," Francis says, the scent of ash and cheap shampoo lingering in their nose, their fingers weaving through a sea of fading black product and the creeping tendrils of strawberry blonde locks clawing their way to the sunlight.