Braids

i get: to talk to you

Rolling her eyes, Five shook her head at the other. Talk about delusion, she wouldn’t survive a day outside of her cushy little corner of the world. The girl wished she could drag her to the outside, remind her what fate kids usually face in this world, humble her just for a second.

At her demand she scoffed, just how long has this kid been living like this? With the world cowering at her feet? Still, she entertained the command with a question.

“Why should I?”

A hiss departs from a raw throat, nose wrinkled with repugnance, and insults are guided to the remains of a torn heart, ferocity forming underneath her skin and out in the form of a low growl.

Despite her taunting, Five found herself inching closer to the open vent. Should the other really do shriek for the floating man’s help, she would have to make her escape fast. As fun as messing with him was, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind he wouldn’t be as big a pushover as the craftsman was.

Glancing back down towards the other, she couldn’t help but lodge a final jab at the girl. A reminder of the vast difference in raw power she held in comparison to the man she threatened her with.

“Unhand me!!! Release me!!! I bite!!!”

Five squirmed within the man’s grip, slamming her fists around the hand that encompassed her. She was bluffing of course, no way was she going to risk catching whatever brain disease adults of this world seemed to contract, but he didn’t know that!

Looking up at him, she frowned and squinted as if simply thinking hard enough in his direction would will him to comply. So what if she’d kicked a few appliances off the counter, she was going to use the parts anyway!

Face paling as he watched the child struggle, how long had she been here? Was it her this whole time, and not some rat for who knows when? Well shoot. There goes any feeling of victory he had over this 'catch'.

Leaning over the counter, she looked down at the toaster on the floor. Not enough force, she’d have to crack it open with something else.

Looking around for something of use, Five paused every couple of seconds when her attention was grabbed by another item of interest. She picked up a knife, admiring her reflection within it for a moment before pointing it at the man.

“You make no sense.”

Staring down at the other from the shelf she’d scaled, Five squinted to see if the old cage dropped atop the other was enough to restrain her. She sure hoped so, the girl had more than a few choice words to share.

Huffing she moved the grate from the vent cover, a backup plan of escape in case the cage would prove ineffective. Still, a curiosity dwelled within her. This girl, this place, none of it made sense compared to the world outside. Since when were kids the monsters to be feared?

“A kid like you? I’m nothing like the likes of you! I’m not some ugly, petty little child who runs around and ruins everything in her home!"

A hypocritical answer none could deny wasn’t a lie, yet her tone was earnest as she balanced the two, in which one something worse than a peasant, a pebble to be kicked, and the other was royalty.

Rolling her eyes, Five shook her head at the other. Talk about delusion, she wouldn’t survive a day outside of her cushy little corner of the world. The girl wished she could drag her to the outside, remind her what fate kids usually face in this world, humble her just for a second.

At her demand she scoffed, just how long has this kid been living like this? With the world cowering at her feet? Still, she entertained the command with a question.

Starter for: @gglitch

“I got this one from some broken glass, this one from one of those big iron things, oh-!”

Five turned, lifting her braid from her neck to proudly displace yet another faded scar. She was littered in them, the girl wasn’t exactly the most graceful of people. It rather embarrassing, though she more often than not simply referred to them as her battle scars.

“And I got this one after falling off a cliff!”

Swinging her legs, she continued to ramble to the other. It was fairly certain at this point she’d more or less claimed the other girl as a friend, regardless of how much their interactions went against that notion.

“   er   ——   f   f  f  f  as ci n a t i n g  .   ”   

how   did   they   even   land   on   this   topic   again  ?   come   to   think   of   it ,   what   the   hell   is   she   doing   palling   around   with   this   strange ,   strange   girl ,   who   embraced   deletion   with   only   the   dying   wish   to   have   the   definition   of   cosplay   outlined   for   her  ?   …   sometimes ,   her   life   feels   as   though   she’s   plonked   unceremoniously   into   the   throes   of   interaction   with   no   context   and   is   expected   to   fumble   her   way   through   the   rest   of   it   like   a   plaything  .   

…   let’s   not   get   existential  .   rolling   her   eyes   and   glancing   over   each   faded   mark   on   the   girl’s   build   as   they’re   shown   obligingly   enough ,   glitch   lifts   her   brows  .

The other’s touch was acknowledged with the faintest of jolts, body still properly reacting to potential threat even if the girl herself never seemed to.

Setting her braid on the opposite side, Five watched the finger trace the scar. The specifics of its origins were a blur, as was much of her life in the direct aftermath of her nearly fatal plunge, but she knew it emerged a short time between then and now.