To avoid being recognized too easily, Axel makes a quick stop at a small hair salon on the outskirts of Haven City.. the city that was his escape.
The pink is too distinct, too loud, too easy to spot, especially when he knows people know him with it. He sits in the chair, head bowed, and has his hair dyed from soft pastel pink to a more muted shade, somewhere between light brown and blond.
It's a simple change, but enough to blur the lines of who he was. Enough to vanish into a different version of himself, even if only on the surface.
When he's done, he doesn't linger. He leaves the salon and heads straight for Fenris's place, the house he remembers only as Fenris's home...
He forces himself to go even when every step closer sends his heart hammering harder in his chest.
He pays for taxis the entire way, changing cars when he can, watching the meters rise as he grows more restless.
The closer he gets, the more his pulse begins to thunder.. deep, hard, and uncontrollable.
