I'd call it The typical white guy haircut. Everyone will know what you mean.
I'd call it The typical white guy haircut. Everyone will know what you mean.
I have to be honest, this made me laugh pretty hard.
The cool morning air justified Daniela’s kerchief that concealed unwashed hair in need of brushing.
His calloused hand slid through her hacked-off hair, and down her left shoulder.
Falling in beside the young lawyer, she pulled a silk scarf from her pocket and wrapped it over her sweaty brow, covering hair cropped short for mourning.
The stable hand, Luca, rushed for her, a whirlwind of bony limbs and uncombed hair.
Daniela took a long look at Rafe’s unruly hair and unshaved face.
His hair, graying on the temples, hung in limp, too long strands, clumped with sweat and oil.
Father often commented on how alike Daniela and Andrea were, with their mother’s light hair and blue eyes. If only he knew how their similarities ran deeper, to their very spirits.
His top buttons were undone and his cravat gone. His hair even looked washed, the pomade removed, leaving it soft rather than slick.
Fingers working ineffectively, she said, “My comb must have fallen out of my pocket. Have you one I might borrow?”
Iminrick ran his hand over his shorn head and said, “You’ll be hard-pressed to find one here, My Lady.”
She looked around at the other men in camp, all with similarly short hair, and some completely bald.
“Do you wear your hair so short to appear more frightening?” she asked the mercenary, quietly.
He chuckled. “These men live in a guild house with a hundred others, some who share their beds with dogs or whores. Fleas and nits abound. The only thing for it’s a sharp blade.”
“That’s disgusting,” Alayna spat.
“It probably seems so, to one who sleeps in a feather bed in a manse,” he said soberly. “I doubt you’ve ever seen a flea.”
“I mean that you share your bed with whores and dogs,” she said, coldly. She took a drink from her canteen.
“I didn’t say I did. But the pests don’t discriminate. They infest the linens of every bunk. The prestigious jobs are those which take you away from the guild house for a length of time.” He pointed to what must be a few months’ growth upon his head. “A sign of status. Well, that or toughness.” He winked. “Most of these men are shaved clean as babes, above and below.”
Alayna choked on her water.