Adagio had gotten really good at multitasking over the years. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she had no trouble applying her makeup with her right hand and texting Silver with her left. Furthermore, she was using her brain to both plan out the night and keep up a conversation with Rarity, who was in the bedroom, doing her best to pick the most perfect outfit for Adagio.
“So, you still haven’t said,” said Rarity, comparing the color of a dress to Adagio’s eyeliner (because Rarity seemed convinced that this mattered). “What did Mr. Rift do to deserve this?”
“Nothing especially. He’s just so great, I don’t want him to think I don’t appreciate him,” said Adagio. She puckered her lips and applied her scarlet lipstick. “He’s put up with me far longer than any man or woman before him, and I really appreciate him. I don’t want him to forget that.”
“Aww, that’s sweet, darling. I hope someday I can-” Rarity stopped, almost dropping the blouse in her hand. “Wait, did you say any man or woman? Do you mean to tell me…?”
“I’m nearing 2,000 years old, Rarity,” scoffed Adagio. “I’ve experimented with every form of sexuality out there. I’ve been with a girl or two, not really my thing.”
“All these years, and I’ve never known that about you. Adagio Dazzle, when will your surprises run out?” Rarity finally decided on the outfit Adagio would wear. She laid out a trendy, classy orange sweater (which, of course, was of her own design), as well as a deep red skirt.
“I’m a complex girl, Rarity,” chuckled Adagio. “A girl needs to have some secrets.”
“Yes, quite. Now, that we have your wardrobe addressed...” said Rarity. She stepped into the bathroom and inspected Adagio’s hair. “I know you won’t hear it, but I really do think you could do for a haircut, darling.”
“I haven’t cut my hair since I was banished to this world,” said Adagio.
“What about initiation?”
“Initiation doesn’t count! I meant willingly.”
“Come, now, I’m just going to trim it down, maybe straighten it…”
“If you touch my hair, I cannot guarantee your continued safety,” said Adagio firmly. “I like it just the way it is.”
“Dagi, darling, variety is the spice of life!” Rarity was all but begging at this point. She really wanted an opportunity to see what she could do with Adagio’s hair, and she wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. “If you try a new style, you may just like it.”
“I’m going to tell you exactly what will happen if you cut my hair,” said Adagio, setting down her makeup. “You’re going to trim a few inches. Then, you’re going to realize that it looks off, so you’ll do the only thing you can think to do. You cut more. And more. And more and more and more until, finally, I look like Amber Rose.”
“Amber Rose is a gorgeous woman,” Rarity pointed out.
“With no hair!”
“With very, very, very short hair.”
Adagio glared at her best friend.
“Rarity, I don’t know how else to say this,” sighed Adagio. “I don’t want to change my hairstyle. I like it just fine as is.” Rarity sighed.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, darling, but you’re forcing my hand,” said Rarity. “I was talking to Silver the other day, and he said… He said he typically prefers girls with short hair.”
Adagio gasped in shock. She was about ready to call Rarity a liar, but the look on her face showed that she was clearly telling the truth. Adagio gripped her long, curly locks nervously.
“He said he didn’t have a type…” said Adagio.
“Well, of course he didn’t. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to change for him,” said Rarity. “And, of course, you don’t. But just imagine the look on his face if you come out there with short hair. He’ll love it!”
“I suppose he would… I have had the same hair for 1,700 years…” Adagio bit her lip in thought. “I don’t know, Rarity. Do you really think he’ll like it?”
“Of course he will! And I will be the one doing it, so you can rest assured that you will look absolutely fabulous!”
This was a big commitment for Adagio to make, one that she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Adagio took a look in the mirror, trying to imagine herself without her hair. Even though she had shaved her head in the past, she never looked at it. She went about three weeks without looking into a mirror. But, Adagio soon realized, if there was anyone worth making the change for, it was Silver.
“What did you have in mind?” sighed Adagio. Rarity jumped with joy, withdrew a pair of scissors from apparently nowhere, and quickly grabbed a handful of Adagio’s hair, wishing to get the cutting done before Adagio changed her mind.
“I was thinking maybe a nice pixie cut, or perhaps a sort of bob,” said Rarity excitedly. “Ooh! Or maybe we cut it down to about the shoulders, flat iron a few sections. Really ruffle it up. Give you a sort of sexy, sassy, unruly look.”
“Ugh. I don’t want to look like I just woke up,” complained Adagio. “What about something more… Classy.”
“I know just what you mean. Hm… We cut to about here.” Rarity pinched a chunk of hair just above the ball of Adagio’s neck. “Straighten it, wings out to the side, a bit of hairspray.” Adagio shook her head. She just couldn’t imagine it looking good on her. “Alright… We cut down to just ear-length, style out the bangs, flatiron, maybe dye it a darker color. I think it will make you look powerful, independent. All business.”
“But I don’t want to be all business. Silver thinks I’m fun, I want my look to reflect that,” said Adagio, a fistful of locks in her hand. “At the same time, I want to seem strong. Not like the stupid ponytail that Sonata has, or the pigtails that Aria has.”
“Hm, I see… We could do something spiky, although that may seem too wild and explosive for you.”
“I think the issue is length,” said Adagio. “I can’t imagine myself with short hair like that. Is there something else you think he’ll like?”
“Well… Yes, actually,” said Rarity carefully. “However… Do you trust me?”
“You’re my best friend, so the obvious answer is ‘no’.” Rarity matched Adagio’s growing smirk.
“Silver is going to be a very happy, very lucky man by the time I’m through with you,” promised Rarity.
Silver rapped firmly on the door, waiting for his girlfriend to come and let him in. He was a little surprised, but not at all displeased, to be greeted by his favorite lesbian Siren couple.
“Hey, Emo-Freak,” said Aria, smirking slightly.
“Hiya, Silv!” Sonata leaned forward and hugged Silver, who cheerfully returned the hug.
“Sup, gals. Man, I’ve been meaning to come hang out with you guys, but the Missus…” Silver chuckled, scratching through his silver hair sheepishly. “Speaking of which, where’s my Madam Adagio?”
“You have the absolute worst pet names for each other,” snickered Aria, stepping away to let Silver in.
“They’re not that bad, Snugglebunny,” said Sonata. Silver chuckled, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the living room.
“I told you to stop calling me that,” growled Aria.
“Sure thing, Sugarbooger.”
“Stop!” cackled Silver. “You two are killing me! To hell with TV, I just want to watch you two hang out!”
“Silver?” Adagio’s voice rang from upstairs, instantly making Silver smile widely.
“C’mon, hotness, normally I’m the one who’s late!” Silver leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m coming, just freshening up!”
“That’s weird,” said Silver. “She’s normally ready way before I’m ready to pick her up. I wonder what’s keeping her.”
“Probably psyching herself up,” said Aria. “Going out with you must take fifteen percent concentrated power of will.”
“Aria, stop referencing that song,” said Sonata. “I keep telling you, you can’t single-handedly bring Fort Minor back into relevance just by dropping their song lyrics.”
“I disagree, but whatever you say,” said Aria with a shrug. Silver snickered, and was about to respond when he heard the sound of footsteps. He turned and put on his patented grin. He couldn’t wait to lay eyes on Adagio. As soon as he did, his jaw just about hit the ground.
Adagio wore a black band t-shirt, one of Silver’s own Tears of Plague shirts. It was just a smidge too big for her, which let some of her right shoulder and her bra strap show. She also decided on some dark skinny jeans and similarly black Converse boots. That wasn’t the thing the struck Silver, though. What really caught his eye was Adagio’s hair. The left side of her hair was shaven down, and the right was straightened and left to fall down over her eye. There was also a bright, shining silver streak going through what remained of her hair.
“Hey, sweeite,” said Adagio, winking her visible eye. Silver opened his mouth, then closed it when he realized that he had been staring for several moments in complete silence.
“You look great, Dagi!” said Sonata brightly. “So, so cool!”
“And emo. Really emo,” noted Aria. Sonata slapped her arm gently. “But, I guess, it is kinda cool.”
“Thanks, but I don’t really care what you girls think,” said Adagio, sliding down the stairrail. “What do you think, Silver? You like?”
“Uh-huh,” said Silver with a brainless nod. “Like a lot.”
“Good.” Adagio wrapped her arm around Silver’s and leaned her head against his shoulder. “You have Rarity to thank for that.”
“Does she take credit or debit? Or will my eternal gratitude have to do?” said Silver, regaining some of his wit. Adagio chuckled, pecking Silver on the cheek.
“You know, I wasn’t certain of how big a difference a simple change of hairstyle could make,” said Adagio. “But, the results are undeniable.”
“If I wasn’t totally broke, I would marry you right now,” said Silver. “C’mon, hotness, I need to show you off. Let’s go make the world jealous.”
Adagio grinned, not for the last time that night. She loved how much Silver enjoyed her new style, even though it was most likely temporary. The truly adoring face her boyfriend made when he saw her really made it all worth it.