his_silvery_hair akuma aoi (demonio azul) when i was a kid, my dad had black hair that gradually went to a distinct salt-and-pepper mixture as he got older. by the time he was 45, it was an even split. a few years later when he got sick, the chemotherapy seemed to have killed all of the black hair but didn't thin him out all that badly. when he acknowledged that further treatment was futile and his hair began to grow back, the contrast of that full head of silver-white hair against his dark, red-brown skin was striking. sick and frail though he was on closer inspection, the Old Man, at first glance looked to be very much alive up until very near the end. (for all of the small and not-so-small liabilities that come with it, i sometimes wish i had inherited more of my father's Native-derived color. As it is, i am a lighter shade, mixing that earth-red color with the varying degrees of fair-skinned Spaniard that run through my mother's side of the family) 050718 what's it to you? who go blather from