_{SHE APPROACHES  with unmatched SILENCE, the twigs beneath her feet to fearful to crack, to fearful to make a sound. her ears, however, so finely tuned, are full of sound, that of a voice, too chiming to be human yet to haunting to be Animal. her eyes dart through the falling darkness, bony fingers perched upon the bark of quoxwood as she looks on, untouched, unnoticed.}

                                                                  _{‘ FOR WHAT  do you sing, my dear? ‘}

dxxggers:

“I am Queen. I shall eat as I please. I am willing to give my life
for Scotland in a second; the least it can provide me in return
is chocolates.”

                    _{‘ & OTHERS’  lives as well, it would seem. ‘}

   _{THE WORDS  are MUTTERED, but just loudly enough it’s certain the queen could hear. she however, was one of the few unafraid of the new queen. & such mutterings brought her tiring amusement, if nothing else.}

                    _{‘ I SHOULD  hope they are the finest scotland could offer. ‘}

dxxggers:

“I’ve said neither that what you want is horrid nor that I fear it.
Simply that I will not. Because I’m certain you’ve come asking
for chocolate cake, and I fear I’ve eaten it all. Away with you
now.”

      _{‘ QUITE INDULGENT for the QUEEN to be, would you not say? of course, I’m sure your confidence overrides such worries. simply amazing how far you’ve come in the ranks, is it not? ‘}

dxxggers:

schrrecken.

“Whatever you want, the answer is no.”

      _{‘ WHAT IS it that makes you so CONVINCED what I wish is so terrible? I scarcely ever ask much of others, as you should well know by now. perhaps it is what you want which frightens you. ‘}

        _{SHE HAS  hidden there, between the SHADOWS of long-laid fear, near weeks on end. she loathed to admit it, but the old opera house was far more comfortable than the outdoors in winter, and spacious enough to hide in. this girl, tough, she had seen her so often after the closing in the evening, how her feet moved with effortless grace. she was so ( young ), yet, she seemed to have her eyes OPEN. it was a juxtaposition she seldom saw, yet she so loved.} 

       _{IT WAS,  though, the extreme caution that she found more fascinating, how she JUMPED when the walls creaked. it was unlike her to reveal herself, to risk danger. but she had become so ( isolated ), any interaction pulled at her like a drug. she emerged slowly through the light, posture as TALL as her crooked back would allow.} 

                          _{‘ I SHOULD say it’s not ( him ) you should fear. ‘}

ambrosiapsyche:

       “ – You are overly dramatic – I should think! I would certainly care
         for conversation over DEATH … it seems silly to think otherwise.
         And I am not a – little girl. I am quite large, and smart. “

   Now this lady was just being mean. And instead of sitting with her
    in kindness, she now sits with her in defiance, refusing to move
    because she would like to show this GREEN GIRL just how lovely
    her company is!

       _{SHE’S INTRIGUED now, at the girl’s spark of defiance, how unexpected it was. her head tilts slightly, a twisted grin growing on her lips. she takes a step closer, seeing if the BRAVERY would last.} 

     _{‘ AND WHAT  of conversation about death? I am nothing if not a CYNIC, hmm? prove you’re more than some ( innocent ) flower. prove you are not so FRAGILE. ‘}

ambrosiapsyche:

      “ – My poor little heart is quite strong! And, as
        it may seem, I also happen to be ‘ destined to
        be alone ‘, as you say – I have no friends, as
        well. Perhaps – perhaps we may be alone!
        Together! “

           _{SHE LAUGHS,  nearly in the girl’s face. a youthful, blonde girl ;; the STANDARD of all beauty. as if she could complain of destiny and isolation. it was nearly an ( insult ). her laughter continues in it sheer COLD nature, fingers curling visably.}

            _{‘ YOU ARE  nothing of the sort, little girl. and believe me, you will wish you’d brought DEATH onto your own head before you enjoy ( my ) company. do not so fearlessly play with your own FATE. I am a ( monster ) & you are the saint I would slay. ‘}