she’ll be rather silent for a few moments, because this notion has never been brought to her attention before. not properly. after all ; she’d been kept safe from anything dark ———- ;in a fabricated illusion that almost allowed her to remain ignorant forever. evil exists ———- ;monsters too.
she’s never thought of the witch as a monster, evil perhaps, because of what she’d been told. round brown eyes study the other. TRUST isn’t a safe or intelligent option ——- but she can’t help it, can’t help that small feeling of empathy towards her green skinned enemy.
❝ i don’t know about that. ❞
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she can’t even begin to deny how she so enjoys the relentless confusion cast upon the girl. she could, in some ways, consider it payment in kind for the damages caused. for the LOSSof her dear sister. the thought was wicked, but oh so entrancing. this girl was, at least, stuck with her until the sands drew down, or she gave up the shoes, which the Witch was quite convinced she would. a little company, captive or not, was a somewhat pleasant change.
“ don’t you, though? ”
her face twisted into a smile again, finger running up the smooth, porcelain skin of Dorothy’s neck.her shivering was addictive against her hand. by her hand.
“ look at me, my pretty, am I a monster? after all, I’ve kept you locked in a cellar, threatened your life, am Inot a monster? but then, how can we define this if we haven’t yet determined what a monster is. look into the faces of anything you’ve ever feared. look me in the eye and tell me they weren’t people, they weren’t HUMAN. naturally wicked creatures, my pretty. we all are. ”
“ Master Avaric is but one example. you are young now, but trust me, you’ll some to understand my words in a few years. just do us all a favor and don’t go to Three Queens alone tonight. perhaps Galinda might be willing to chaperone you? ”
Okay, so it is very well established that Jacy Dean was — is — simply a little shit. But she was aware that people didn’t often like being called ’ babe ‘ off a total stranger. And, honestly, that’s why it had become a main word in her extensive vocabulary. She found it amusing to make people pretty uncomfortable with one little word. Well, if stressed at to stop — and depending on whether she was inclined to the person — she’d attempt to control it. But in instances such as these she got a kick out of irking them a bit.
❝ Hmm … was that just me or did I hear a just yet ? now that sounds promising. ❞
( could her smirking — a flirtatious glint in her eyes — get anymore shameless ? yes, it could & yes, it WOULD. )
❝ Hey. I said this place is like a fucking MAZE. ❞
( —— ☂ —— )
This girl already made her blood boil. Her ambiguity was both deterring and alluring, and Evelyn hated herself for even thinking it, but as much as she already hated her, she was tempted to keep going, just a bit longer.
“ You heard whatever you heard, I suppose. And maze or not, I have calculus in five minutes so —- ”
She trailed off, eyes darting from her smirking lips back to her eyes, equally as full of it.
“ Do you want to see the junior lockers or not - ? ”
❛ a bird doesn’t sound like they would be that difficult. my class is making bird houses. and there’s a blue bird that spends his time in the bird house i made, a few years ago. they’re loyal creatures. ❜
she can’t seem to stop the words from flowing from her lips. her passion about birds never before making itself known. & she thinks maybe elana is right. maybe she is just a bird person at heart. they’ve always fascinated her. and she’s always felt the need to take care of them, even with a simple bird house. but still, brown hues begin to scan through the kennel. she can at least look at the other animals.
( —— ☂ —— )
“The birds are the back, so lets go that way then.”
she can’t help but smile a little as she shoves her shoulder against the door to the back room. there’s only about ten birds in the kennel: four finches, two parrots, three cockatoos, and a blue bird.
truth be told, Elana couldn’t care less about Ms. Mary-Margret Blanchard's elementary schoolers, but she cared for the animals and the way each and every dog, cat, and rat in the kennel turned to gaze at her somehow made her both jealous and incredibly pleased. someone cared for the creatures she spent her days trying to protect, someone appreciated their lives as much as Elana.
as if on queue the blue bird came swooping down from above her head and landed directly on Mary- Margret’s shoulder.
“I’ve yet to master bird-speak, but I think that one might like you a bit.”
