[When the dream ends, he has no idea what to think.
He tries to pinpoint the voice, that one name it spoke, but he's unsure what to make of it. But most importantly, what makes him the most uncomfortable is the hair. Messy, long, black, standing out everywhere, eerily familiar.
The kind of hair that crowns his very own head.
But why... Why would Vincent be cutting his hair? And it can't be him Vincent is calling master, can it? No, that's simply... not possible. Right? Why would Vincent ever put himself in that position?
Why would he ever let anyone cut his hair, even more so Vincent?
But then why does that idea fit scarily well with Vincent's reaction when he greeted him?
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Date: 2011-09-04 01:01 pm (UTC)He tries to pinpoint the voice, that one name it spoke, but he's unsure what to make of it. But most importantly, what makes him the most uncomfortable is the hair. Messy, long, black, standing out everywhere, eerily familiar.
The kind of hair that crowns his very own head.
But why... Why would Vincent be cutting his hair? And it can't be him Vincent is calling master, can it? No, that's simply... not possible. Right? Why would Vincent ever put himself in that position?
Why would he ever let anyone cut his hair, even more so Vincent?
But then why does that idea fit scarily well with Vincent's reaction when he greeted him?
Why, why, why?]
...master Vincent?