arendelian-blog: First name: Julia Nickname: J-Dog? The Big J?? idk Age:16 Gender: female Sexual Orientation: Megan Hilty-sexual. Nationality: American Relationship status: I have no clue whatsoever Likes: Me, obvs. Uh, Elphie and musicals and Veronica Dislikes: gross misinterpretations of Elphie? Random fact: I think J-Dog should be your new nickname ngl
arendelian-blog: "I know you didn't ask but no-one had spoken for fourteen minutes."
SHE CLOSESher thick book with a bit of an irritated thud, glancing through her dusted reading glasses to elsa, who was clearly not interested in helping. she sighed and brushed the pages against her fingertips, still looking DOWN as opposed to at the princess.
‘ PERHAPS THAT’Sbecause no one has anything to say. ‘
“ I KNOW. But I just thought that, y'know, may-be I’d be… different? ———It was worth a shot. ”
SHE ALLOWS the snow monkey to perch on her arm, holding out a slice of apple for it to grab. really, if she weren’t used to it, it’d be tiresome. at least he had outgrown his scrawny background, but he certainly was no PICNIC.
‘ DON’T TAKEit personally ——- he has bad history with humans. I’m apparently just not human enough to bother him. ‘
“ Right, about that–––––––– Elsa’s kinda, y'know, sorta, not here. ”
she's FLUSTERED, freckled cheeks flushing with colour at Evelyn’s brisk
attempts at dismissing her. but Evelyn clearly underestimates her, for
she's far too STUBBORN to follow another's orders, far too KIND-HEARTED
to leave another in need, and so she stays put. she hastily continues,
glossing over the minor detail of Elsa’s absense with a cheerful smile,
her perky demeanour unharmed by Evelyn’s, for lack of a better term,
GROUCHINESS.
“ But that’s okay, you’ve got ME! ”
OF COURSEshe wasn’t. how could she be so damned foolish , elsa was away, on business. all weekend. her head SPUN, hand reaching feebly for her forehead, but then falling back to her lap. she couldn’t make a scene of her weakness, her fright. not in front of anna. she forced a composed look to her face, raising her eyes again to the agonizingly optimistic redhead.
‘ RIGHT, THANKyou, anna, really. would you mind –––––––––––– getting me a glass of water? ‘
arendelian-blog: "Are you sure you peed on the stick right?" / o mg sorry not sorry
‘ ANNA, I AM not having this discussion with you. ‘
she feels FAINT all at once, the mind-numbing realization falling over her skin like cold rain, like tiny bullets. this couldn’t happen. she wouldn’t have it. color drained from her face and she sat dizzily on the sofa, cold sweat beading against her skin.
❝ I don’t know what you’re talking about! I can’t help you - I don’t have anything! ❞
pearly white teeth sink into the girl’s lower lip to suppress a pained s h r i e k, razor sharp talons digging into pale flesh as the WITCH tightens her grip.
❝ you have to let me go! ❞
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a shrill tumble of laughter escapes her lips, eyebrows furrowed. the girl is so innocent, so naive. and all of it could be ruined so quickly. her fingers unfurl, reveling the marks left on the girl's pearlescent white skin.
“ oh but you dohave something I want. you just don’t know it yet. ”
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