denyreal-blog: “It’s a non-optional social convention.”
She waves a hand absently in belle’s direction, nose still buried in her page ( she knows it’ll bother even the bookworm in belle ). she won’t look at the dress in her hands, no matter how lovely, she would RUIN it. this was her second year at shiz, and she was DETERMINED to be two for two in her avoidance of winter ball.
‘ Idon’t need your CHASTISING, belle. someone has finish the work he started – we can’t just let them silence him. we can’t just let them WIN. ‘ ————— she’s panting now as she speaks. she’s shaking visibly but she’s long given up on trying to stop it, her anger has built into a FIRE in her bones, her eyebrows sore from how they remain furrowed, eyes glued to the spot where’d they’d taken his lifeless corpse away, as if there was still blood there that hadn’t been cleaned away days ago. her fingernails left half moons on the inside of her calloused palms, but her bag was thrown over her shoulder in defiance.
‘ I promised him, belle. he —- he was the only one who CARED around here, about what they’re doing. it’s not right, and I have to fix it. ‘
‘ WOW, I know, it must be quite EARTH-SHAKING to find you were ignorant of something. all the money in the word cannot buy you out of that shelter. now ——— steinbeck or morrison? ‘
denyreal-blog: "You act like everything's alright, but we both know that it's not."
‘ And what gives YOU any right to determine how I feel. maybe my world looks like hell from the outside, but it’s the one I am contained in. if you’d like to take my place behind the glass, you can pick any words you wish to describe it, otherwise keep them to yourself. ‘
❝ OH, ❞ Her mouth dropped open with the smallest of gasps. She did not mean to offend, and yet she could not help but stare. Intrigued by the uniqueness of this girl’s appearance, Belle’s gaze wandered over the strange skin, the otherwise quite pretty features. GREEN. How could skin that shade exist? A question she knew was certainly inappropriate rose to the tip of her tongue, and yet she bit it back down. There was no need to irk this stranger, whom she had only sought out for directions. ❝ I’m sorry; I was just looking for the library. We do have a library, don’t we? ❞
Hazel eyes barely lift at the gasp – however minimal, it was certainly still audible, just not exactly unusual. a small sigh escapes her flared nostrils, fingertips tapping against the rim of think pages as if to note that there was obviously a library, but her tongue remains dormant as she moves to adjust the thin frames of her glasses.
‘ ————— We do. it’s on the other side of crage hall green, if you can find your way there. big, brick building with marble lions, impossible to miss. ‘
This is, of course, a bit of an OVERSTATEMENT. the library did happen to nestle itself comfortably between the overbearing gardening the campus held. she, however, was hoping to get out of walking the girl there at all costs.
IT WAS every sin every written in her father’s bible, how hands were meant for PRAYING, mouths for atoning. how little girls should be left PURE. how she enjoyed ruining every word upon those pages, tears the binding & burning it in her own way. this way.
AT FIRST her body stiffens, the gentle WEIGHT of her is a contact she is unused to. but she cannot bring herself to move her, even nudge her from the ( peacefulness ) of her sleep. it was tranquility elphaba had never found. the pads of her fingers barely touch the tousled locks of BLONDE hair. normally, she could not ( stand ) such complexions, the EASE of life such standards of beauty brought. but rapunzel, she was so innocent, in a way that elphaba had never been. and it was so intriguing, just to let her sleep.
‘ SNOW,what are you doing up, it’s near midnight? ‘
SHE ISperhaps KEEN on elphaba’s sleeping habits, or rather, lack of them. she slept enough for her mind to work, and usually no more than that. she used her spare time to finish odd & ends of her school work, and delve into her own more secretive research. still, it was an ODD time of night to see another face, even a friendly one.
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