|I think I'd much rather prefer my work speak for me.|
chemo bellissimothe chemo makes quick work of your shaggy, espresso-brown hair and eyebrows, leaving you with areas of skin slightly paler than your already wintry cream complexion.chemo bellissimo by eloquence-fair
the hair, you tell me, does not bother you too much (a lovely quote straight from your cracking lips: "ha, i look like justin timberlake"); it's the lack of eyebrows that makes you self-conscious. to cheer you up, i bring in some of my brow-filler on my next visit (autumn ash, 146). i had expected you to complain about your masculinity being endangered, but you do not argue, and smiling softly, you allow me access to your face with a serene, almost woeful kind of expression.
"i look like a freak," you say, eyes still closed as i simulate hair with swift, careful strokes (your skin looks so fragile i'm afraid i'll tear it). translation: how can you still love me like this?
my breath makes fog on your glasses. "the mona lisa has no eyebrows," i begin. "and it's cons