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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ despite her best efforts, esther had grown accustomed to tiffany's presence. she exhaled a breath. “ don't say you'll leave because we both know you're staying. ” a beat. “ i already prepared dinner ... ”
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⠀⠀ the smile now grows again at the gentle petname.
⠀⠀ ゙be like what .ᐣ don't tell me i can't be needy or obsessive now. bit too late for that now,sweetheart. ゙
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ despite herself, esther's lips quirk. she raises an amused brow. “ i've been called worse, ” she says. like old. or ignorant. “ that depends ... are you going to continue to need to be scolded like a child? ”
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“what can i say .ᐣ i’m a curious little thing.”
there’s something that draws her in. maybe it’s that need to prove herself so badly —— a need to feel good enough. she takes a slow step closer. “wanna stop being a bitch now .ᐣ”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ esther shrugs, eyeing the younger one. “ not entirely. though, i've been told i'm high maintenance. yet, you're still standing here ... so you must want to find out. ”
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there’s a soft of whimper from the tightening. face reddens out of embarrassment, and she has to look away.
the flesh of her jaw feels sore already. “first, i’m boring, and now, i’m a brat.” she huffs while adjusting her clothing. “seems impossible to please you.”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ you are insufferable, have i told you that lately? ” she mumbles, though there's a certain fondness in it. she leans closer, whispering, “ don't be like that, tiffy. ”
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⠀⠀ there's a smile that now creeps onto her face. emotional manipulation was always her forte. but she couldn't let the facade crack too soon,falling back into character as she leans her head against the other's hand.
⠀⠀ ゙it's okay ... i don't have to stay ... ゙
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Demons are notorious for their
favoritism and unfair treatment of
individuals, often favoring those who
are less deserving. Would you rather
endure the physical torment of hell again?
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she sighed heavily. “ satan help me, ” she muttered to herself, reaching out and hooking a finger under her chin. “ you know how i feel about you pouting. ”
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⠀⠀ what i'm hearin' has nothing to do with this. you said you were hoping i'd get bored of you. you want me to leave you alone ...
⠀⠀ ( a look of sadness crosses her face. one that's truly and deeply wounded. )
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ her grip only tightens as the girl struggles. “ darling, it's not a threat. everything i say is intentional. if you irritate me, you'll be fish food. ” she let go of her jaw, tutting. ⤷
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“ℎ𝑒𝑦 .ᐟ” she attempts to yank her face away, yet fails. eyes glare into the woman’s, and her expression and position honey’s gotten herself into causes her stomach to do flips —— from excitement, fear, maybe both.
“and i don’t take too kindly to threats.”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ esther's jaw tightens, fingers flexing before she reaches forward, grabbing the younger woman's jaw between her hands. “ you'd do well not to insult me again, little one ... you'll find i don't take kindly to it. ”
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there’s the urge to prove herself creeping in. it makes her skin crawl.
she scoffs, pushes the sunglasses atop her head to cast a glare. “i’m not fucking boring, you old hag.” a final drag is taken from the cigarette and is tossed right next to the witch’s feet.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the witch shrugs, lifting a manicured hand to glance at her nails. “ just didn't take you for the boring type, is all. maybe i was mistaken.... ”
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honey shifts on her feet. she’s grateful for the sunglasses since they hide shifty eyes that can’t hold her gaze. “tryna bring her out .ᐣ” lips pull into a straight line that attempts quirking up. “she can be quite … 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 so i’ve been told.”
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