Bellamy had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that statement. "I wasn't trying to tame them," he said, as though this were some sort of bad joke that he would rather have ignored, but felt obliged to respond to. "I was trying to put them back how they were a minute ago, when you walked through here." He didn't bother to explain any more than that. For one thing, he thought why was rather obvious, and for another, it hardly mattered now when the image of it was already slipping from his mind. Even if he'd had some magical way of making the curls stay exactly where they were a second ago, he wouldn't have been able to reconstruct it now. He'd always been better at painting than sculpting, anyway.
"Darrow's a rubbish name," he commented bluntly. "It sounds like barrow which is too morbid for someone with your complexion. Alistair's nice, though," he added approvingly, almost as an afterthought.
"Darrow's a rubbish name," he commented bluntly. "It sounds like barrow which is too morbid for someone with your complexion. Alistair's nice, though," he added approvingly, almost as an afterthought.
