like golf to relax.

              ❝i would hope so. but i’m                 not sure if we’re exactly                 f r i e n d s anymore.❞

The phantom tilted her head back languidly, letting loose a low, chilling chuckle from her lips that seemed to reverberate through the room. "Implying that we were friends to begin with? You just know how to warm the cockles of my heart, Wolf." Her voice dripped with caustic sarcasm as she leered at the sheriff. "It's almost kind of... disappointing."

             ❝if people have something to say,                they’ll say it to my face. it’s not                worth my time either way.               & what do you w h i s p e r behind my               back, mary? something clever?❞

She chuckles lowly; the sound unnerving enough to make any human flesh crawl. "I think we're past the point of secrets now in this relationship, are we not?"

             ❝how should i know who’s a f r a i d of me?                                                                               is it y o u?❞

"Oh, come on, sheriff. Even with piss poor deduction skills, you can't be completely oblivious to what everyone whispers behind your back."

Let the Q u e e n conquer.

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Trophy scar from a cage fight. [ It’s not even half-decent subterfuge at this point, just a point-blank lie. ]  You got an, uh … interesting look yourself, though. What’s with the contacts?

[ a one note snicker left her thin lips as they split into a toothy grin] Oh, it only gets better. You should see me au natural.