+ i never know when you’re coming at me —— simply to fail, isn’t it amusing?
( a glint of satisfaction crosses her eyes. )
don’t flatter yourself, jealous of you? why would i?
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 +
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 would be a shame for her to leave so soon, and besides, he would rather keep her company than some of his dear friends. )
then we should change that. i'm sure i can convince you to find something you can enjoy.
( the moment his hues light up, she knows she should probably go away, she should give up, instead, she finds herself captivated by him yet again. )
i don't particularly find any enjoyment in those, especially when those happen to seem so... rigid when happening here.
( amber hues lighting up, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. )
a little fun, nothing more or less. i don't see how you find any enjoyment in these revels otherwise.
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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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