[ Sky – Master Post ]
Title: Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully
Characters: Sin, Sebastian
Warnings: Mentions of past nudity, potentially offensive mentions of witchcraft
Notes: Just a short look at how, exactly, Sin managed to have blue hair, in college.
"Hey, Sin?" Sebastian looked up from the papers he was trying to grade. "Something I’ve been meaning to ask you…"
Sin rolled over and looked over the arm of the couch. "This is the part where I’m supposed to start worrying, right?"
Sebastian snorted. "It’s about your hair. I’ve seen the weird shit you do to get the colours you want, but when I met you, it was blue. Five years, and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell you used for that."
Sin cleared his throat and rested his forehead on the arm of the couch. "Woad."
"Wait, what?" Sebastian stared. "Now I’m never going to get this image out of my head."
"It’s accurate. I promise," Sin muttered into the couch.
"Oh. Oh, no. You’re not getting away with not telling me." Sebastian tossed his pen on the table and crossed the room, staring down at the back of Sin’s head. "Are there pictures? I want to see this."
"You want to see it, I’ll do it again. For you. In the house."
"Oh, come on! You have no shame! How many times have I heard you say it?" Sebastian was not going to let the issue drop. "So, you were outside and other people were there. So what? Half of Boston must have seen you naked, before that, anyway."
Sin rolled over and stared up at Sebastian, thoughtfully. "It was some witchy thing. A bunch of girls. Bacchanalia. I don’t know — they needed somebody to come out and be their ‘Lord of the Forest’ or some crap. You know what colour my hair is? It’s white. It used to be this light yellow, but then I went to Boston, and it turned white. You know what happens when you get painted in woad, and you have white hair? It turns blue."
"Okay, but you liked it blue, so I’m not seeing the problem."
"You know how much of my hair turned blue?"
"Wha — Oh. Oh my god." Sebastian covered his mouth and tried not to laugh.
"Ever wonder why I started shaving everything that wasn’t my head?"
Sebastian dropped to his knees, wide-eyed and snickering.
"Yeah, and then I spent the rest of the night being chased through the woods and molested by women who were alternately young and pretty or looked like someone’s middle-aged mother. And something involving hallucinogens, so further memories of that night have nothing to do with reality." Sin rubbed his face. "Yeah, yuck it up, laughing boy. Could have been you."
"N—no. Not really," Sebastian stammered, between cackles. "I’m not pretty enough to get asked or crazy enough to agree."
Sin leaned over the arm of the couch, to where Sebastian knelt. "So, I guess that means I can’t paint you in woad and chase you around the house."
Sebastian stopped laughing and cocked his head at Sin, staring up like a suspicious crow. "You get the woad. I’ll finish grading papers. We’ll cover the carpet with a tarp. I call for paintbrushes at twenty paces."
"You’re on. It’ll take me about two weeks to pull it together, though."
"I’m a patient man." Sebastian grinned. "And we’re taking pictures."
"That means you’re going to be blue and naked on film, you know," Sin warned.
"Just for you." Sebastian raised a finger threateningly.
"Of course it’s just for me. You’re just for me." Sin rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, nobody else would appreciate my questionable looks."
"I have absolutely no questions about your looks. I love your nose." Sin leaned down and nibbled at the bridge of Sebastian’s nose. "And the rest of you, too."
"You’re in mad lust with me, and half your wardrobe is brightly-coloured women’s clothing. I’m pretty sure you’re just blind, Sin." Sebastian rubbed his nose.
"That’s okay, you love me, anyway."
"Stating the obvious, again." Sebastian poked Sin in the nose, before his mind wandered off, imagining Sin in nothing but swirls of woad. He decided the grading could wait.