what's amusing is watching how desperate you try to simply 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯. i'm running out of words to describe how pathetic it is.
﹝ another step taken—— the space between them shrinking as the prince all but trapped her in his heated gaze. does she know how well she ... ﹞
it’s hard for mortals to not be involved with all of you——
( and then she remembers who she is talking to; biting her tongue, she looks away for a moment, before disgust takes over her face. )
paying attention to whatever you stupid faeries are doing is a must, given that +
﹝ infuriates him? just her presence alone seems to set his heart ablaze. hatred, is it? cardan knew only of one name to describe it. ﹞ 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 of things.
for one、no matter how much and how hard you try — you will 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 belong in this world. hard not ...
don't catch your lingering gazes whenever any of us are around. you know—— ﹝ stepping forward、midnight irises slowly settle over warm orbs. proximity discarded. air intermixed with his breath over hers. ﹞
jealousy can be quite the disease. stick to what you know.
i'm only as involved with the lives of mortals as you are with us faeries、 ﹝ the prince taunts—— smirk reflected from jude's ridiculously ethereal、mortal face. it's disgusting how attractive she is. ﹞
suppose you've got nothing better to do、then﹖ don't think i ...
( it took her a second to decide whether she should hold him at knife point or simply ignore what he said; taryn’s face flashes in her mind before she scoffs and smirks at him. )
whatever you say, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙮. how little it must be, indeed.
( words dripping with +
surely. there's no competition considering the standard is so low. though、i have to admit .. you float above the rest. perhaps、it's your damnedest effort to fit in to the faerie world
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it’s terrible to be a girl trapped
in a story. you can be more
than that. you can be the
teller, you can shape the story,
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆
𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
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no need to be so worked up、﹝ the prince laughs to himself as he took a wine glass at hand. ﹞ i believe there's more pressing matters at hand—— that、being the misplaced mortal roaming around the revel.
would you be a dear and take care of that﹖
( if cardan hadn’t withdrawn his hand on his own, perhaps nicasia would’ve swatted it away from him. ) what happened, happened. if you want me to go back and change it, figure out how——otherwise; put it to rest.
then why can't she share it with her dearest twin﹖ considering you've shared plenty of things growing up. it begs the question 、does it not﹖
then again、i'm nothing but a full-blooded faerie. the weight of my words is up to interpretation.
﹝ his eyes drift to the shape of her lips—unknowing, unwanting. when midnight orbs lift, his own lips begin twisting into a sinister smile. she does know he's incapable of lying, does she not﹖ surely, it plagues her deep inside. ﹞ touché. if it's truly so small ...
( his words seem to hit exactly where he intended, but she won’t be giving him the reaction he wants, instead stepping closer to him, in a petulant manner. )
if i’m unaware when it comes to anything related to my sister, quite simply means it’s something of small matter.