Syn

"Did you really need to wear a bikini to get your hair dyed?" I asked as I leaned against the bathroom door.
Queen smiled in response and continued organizing the tools we'd use to "become new people", as she said.

When she was done she stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. Her full breasts were decorated in a small black bikini top and her hair hung in curls past her shoulders.

"Synny, this hurts," she pouted as she stomped her feet and looked into the mirror.

"Don't call me that," I muttered. I walked next to her in front of the mirror and caught her eye as I placed my palms on the counter. "What hurts?"

"Do you know how long it takes my hair to grow?" She whispered.

"Queen, we went over this..."

"I know, I know-.... Just, I need to say this. Let me vent."

With a sigh, I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. "Go ahead, Princess."

"My hair is...incredibly important to me," she started as she blew out a breath. "Especially as a black woman, I-"

"You're going there?"

She nodded quickly as she looked at herself in the mirror and touched her hair. "Yup, I'm going there. Now shh, it's my time."

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

"Don't laugh at anything I say please," she said with a small laugh.

I nodded and she took a deep breath and turned to me. "You may not remember this, but I was raised by Jonathan and Zara, Xyla is my sister...if you could even call us that. I don't remember much of what happened before they took me from my parents but I remember everything afterward."

"They took you?" I asked.

She glanced away from me and sighed. "Umm...it's a long story, I'll tell you later."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Mind you, they're possibly the whitest family in Heaven," she joked. "After taking me in, I remember my-...umm my mother I guess, she struggled with my hair. Like, throw me out of a window type of struggle."
She laughed at her own words but I sensed a certain pain behind it that I couldn't pinpoint.

"There were plenty of people around us that could help and some even offered but she was always too proud to ask. So instead, I'd be compared to Xyla about the difficulty in maintaining our hair...which was stupid just thinking about it but it used to hurt my feelings A LOT.

Nobody talks about it much anymore, but when we were younger she'd get into these sort of...fits kind of. She'd be fine for a while, amazing even, then one day she'd just...change. She'd be so...angry," she said softly. I moved towards her when her eyes watered but she shook her head and took a step away from me.

"This one day, she'd been in bed for a straight week. She didn't want to talk to anyone and everyone in the palace said to leave her alone. But I didn't listen- I was stupid as hell..." she said as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"But even though she was super fucked up about the hair and shit, I looked at her as a mother...and I missed her. She would comb my hair every morning and even though it was an emotionally draining process with her- I just..."

"You needed your mother," I answered.

She looked up at me and nodded slowly. "Yeah, so I said fuck everyone telling me not to see her. I made her breakfast, snuck past the guards, and went to her room. She was normal at first, we ate and laughed together for a long time.

It got around the time where I had to go to school and I remember her singing as she sat me in front of this antique mirror of hers and did my hair.

Everything was going fine until...I guess the comb caught in my hair. It was like time froze at that moment- and then she just snapped," she said as she bit the inside of her cheek.

"What did she do?" I asked in a low voice. I didn't care for Zara when I met her, but if she hurt Queen I would kill her.

"Well, she got super frustrated and held me down and-"

"And what?"

She stretched her arms and gave me a tight-lipped smile. "And I had to go to school bald that day."

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips together at her words. When I opened my eyes she was smiling at me as she wiped a tear away. "You said you wouldn't laugh."

"I'm not laughing," I said in a strained voice.

"You look like you need to shit," she laughed.

I took a deep breath and shook my head as I looked back down at her. "I'm not going to laugh at something that caused you pain."

"I mean, a lot of people at school thought it was funny. I have these birthmarks on my scalp and they called me bowling ball. Like, whenever I'd walk through school they put their fingers—"

Her words were cut off by my abrupt burst of laughter and she looked at me in shock. "I'm not laughing, it's not funny," I said with large bellows of chuckles.

A smile appeared on Queen's face and she wiped the tears about to spill out of her eyes. "You're lucky you have a sexy laugh."

My laughter died down and I tilted my head in her direction. "I'm sorry."

She nodded again and picked up scissors from the counter. "This isn't about my school bullies, or how horrible I look with no hair...after that happened, I took care of my own hair. I loved it even when those around me hated it and it's just a big part of who I am."

"I love your hair," I whispered.

She held back a grin and shook her head. "Moral of the story, I stopped trusting anyone with my hair. The one person that I let in to take care of a huge part of me, betrayed me. And I'm still not over it," she whispered. "I'm also fucking stupid because I still loved her afterward, and I still miss her now."

She fanned her face to stop her tears from falling and I pulled her by her arm to me. She wrapped her arms around me and I kissed the top of her head. "I'm horrible with advice but I think that's normal...kind of."

"Is it?"

"She's your mother. It may not be biological but she did raise you in the most important parts of your life," I said as I pulled away from her and wiped her tears away.

"But I hate her," she whispered.

"Hate and love are two sides of the same coin, Princess. They're one and the same. As I've learned, emotions are fucking weird. You can scream from the top of your lungs that you hate someone and in the same breath, confess your love," I said. "I can't explain why you feel the way you do, but it's normal."

She sniffled and hugged me tighter. "If you were a therapist, I'd let you bang me on one of those office sofas."

"And we're done here," I said as I dropped my hands and turned back to the mirror. She laughed from behind me and I turned to face her. "Also, that's highly unethical."

"You care about ethics now?" She teased.

I nodded quickly. "If I were a therapist, I definitely would."

She slowly walked towards me and placed her hands on my chest. "So you're telling me you wouldn't fuck me on the office sofa?"

"Not if I was a licensed therapist."

"Office chair?" She suggested smoothly as she pressed her body against mine. I watched as her tongue trailed across her bottom lip and I became dizzy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I shook my head.

"Not even the chair."

"Desk?"

"Nope."

She groaned. "Notepad?"

"How is that-...I'm not even going to ask. Let's continue with our looks instead of talking about things I would BANG you on."

She beamed up at me but moved away from me and picked up the scissors again. "And, I heard you, Queen. We won't cut your hair, we can just-"

"You didn't hear me," she said as she pushed the scissors into my hand. "The story I told you was about how important my hair is to me and how I trusted the wrong person with it."

"So you're saying..."

"I'm saying I trust you," she said sincerely. There was the word "trust" again with her. I don't know how or why but the word from her drove me more insane than anything.

I took the scissors from her hands and she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me directly in the eye. "Don't do me like my mother did me."

I chuckled softly and Queen tried to cover her smile with a frown. "Not funny, Synny. I think I deserve a kiss with how inconsiderate you've been with my pain."

"Queen...we're taking it slow, remember?"

"It's been years, Syn."

"It's been a week," I corrected.

"Okay, but like what's one kiss going to do?" She argued. "I'm fine you don't need to be gentle with-"

"I said no," I snapped. Her brows furrowed and she looked taken aback by my outburst and I ran a hand through my hair. She opened her mouth to say something but I held my hand up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just-...I can barely control myself with you, Princess. I'm trying as hard as I can but I know if we kiss I'll-"

"You'll what?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'll fuck you on every surface of this place, and you're not ready for that."

Her mouth dropped and she laughed slightly. "Oh, I think I'm ready."

"You're not. When I can hold you in bed without you waking up and thinking I'm Dimitri, I'll kiss you."

꧁꧂

Author's Note
Me hiding and watching Syn and Queen have a heart to heart🤪

There's not really much to say in this chapter besides awww😤😭.
And I feel bad but I lowkey laughed when she said she was bald🤭...bowling ball...sad lemme stop.
Lmk your thoughts ✨