[It happens so quickly that Ion doesn't even register, at first, that it's done. He blinks, and turns to look at the mirror. That's when the sudden absence of hair pulling down toward his shoulders really registers, and he startles.
He's never looked like this before.
Even at his newest, his hair was longer--the way that the other Ion had always worn it. Ion's heart beats faster.]
I'm...
[He wasn't expecting this feeling. He wasn't expecting it to really mean anything--he was afraid to cut them. Afraid to be different in any way that he could control. The wishing well was different. This feels like...for the first time, making a decision for himself, about himself, whoever he is, underneath the guise of an Ion that he never was.
The high leaves him just as quickly, a cold, all-encompassing dread grasping at his heart. He feels an abrupt urge to cower, and apologize to someone or something that is worlds away from where they currently are, and his legs start to shake.]
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He's never looked like this before.
Even at his newest, his hair was longer--the way that the other Ion had always worn it. Ion's heart beats faster.]
I'm...
[He wasn't expecting this feeling. He wasn't expecting it to really mean anything--he was afraid to cut them. Afraid to be different in any way that he could control. The wishing well was different. This feels like...for the first time, making a decision for himself, about himself, whoever he is, underneath the guise of an Ion that he never was.
The high leaves him just as quickly, a cold, all-encompassing dread grasping at his heart. He feels an abrupt urge to cower, and apologize to someone or something that is worlds away from where they currently are, and his legs start to shake.]
I'm sorry. Can I sit down for just a moment?