medications, transformations, complications...
Life's a mess, been that for a while.
The locks were a bit of a mess too....
so in a moment of weakness, panic, madness, whatever you want to call it, the locks...
.. they're gone.

But, from the ashes the rising bird of fire comes anew.

The hair will be untouched. Clean, yes, but uncut and uncombed, until it takes the form it chooses, without being forced.. only manipulation being the colour.

'course, if it wasn't for the shipping costs, I'd have the most awesome shampoo in the world to clean it with too.. but alas...
*sigh*