`TWO-FACED BITCH>>

he didn’t care, god he didn’t care. there was a mix of desire for the older woman to just get away from him and desire to show her that he wasn’t afraid. won’t be afraid the next time they met, he corrected himself, if there was ever a next time.

"n—next time," jeongguk stuttered out, still watching her wearily. "… next time if we see each other … i bet you i’ll be different …. i won’t stutter, or whatever …. just … i won’t be afraid of you …" it was a risky deal to make, considering it took him over a decade for him to even make friends, but he had to prove himself just once that he could do something. "… a—and if i’m still the same … if i even stutter once, th—then …

"you are funny."

she knows he isn't joking, but it's all a bit fun. to taunt him and lure him, make him think that he can beat her at her own perfectly planned game. she has the win, she is a crusher; loves soaking up all the pride that doesn't belong to her. but it's not really her fault. "oh how i'd love to get my hands on you..." it's suggestive, sick and foul. "but i can't punch a ghost now can i?" her antics are annoying and senseless and thats how she'll win. 

"b-but why don't you want me?" it's superficial to her ears, but her more than just 'stubborn' self. she shakes her head, refusing her beliefs, knowing such feelings is just petty. "what do you want from me then?" she wasn't going to sugar coat it. "what the fuck do you want with me?"

“Oh come on now,” she holds back the temptation to pat the girl on the shoulder. The brunette can’t say she felt the same, not when she’s been given a mission by Magneto. Now that…was an interesting experience that leaves an interesting concoction of emotions boiling in her heart.

“It’s not that bad…you can scout around outside? There’s always training too, get stronger and maybe you can go on a mission and have some fun,” she suggests nonchalantly. She doubts this would be of any motivation for the other girl but there seriously was nobody she’d suggest the girl to “fool around with”. Even herself - the fear of controlling people with her voice is now a reminiscent thing of the past.

Again she shrugs. “They do a good job of getting on my bad side.” She slides into the seat right beside the girl, legs casually crossing. “I’m doing fine. Chirpy, it’s nice having a room all to me. And the quiet too, when’s the last time we had that?”

"you want me to go prancing outside like i haven't just entered another ring of hell?" sura shakes her head. ignorant, ignorant, ignorant. she sighs again and places her head in her hands. it's a bit over-dramatic but after a while her accumulated victims attack her predator-complex. 

she snorts. "i cease to exist with chaos. along with that i need noise. you know that." her hand is still in her hands and sura wants to break something, or make someone cry, twist them. oh how giddy she'd be! 

he didn’t even flinch as she approached him nearer, deep in thought and fists clenched. his head was spinning, and he’d much prefer to be sleeping than having to deal with all this. but each and every one of her words fueled him, formed thoughts in his head just begging to get out. he became more frustrated with having to deal with the fact that she’s right — he always stared at the ground, he shook each time he became anxious, his words trembled and jumbled up each time he spoke—

"little ghost, i can hear things you know? your thoughts and all." she doesn't know why she has to repeat it for about one hundred times to him, this is surely absurd...

he stuttered again...

in, one, two. out, one, two. and by god, did she want to punch him. "show me, really. i'm excited to what you can show me.  maybe your goal could be not to look like you're about to cry at the very presence of me." she inches closer and closer, "then i'll acknowledge some sort of effort."

"but we can fix that, oh we must it’s a big problem."

amusing, his thoughts. 

so he was doing something about it. "you are cute, little ghost." her eyes give a look from his head down, but this time she makes sure that she is here to clearly mock him. for him to see that clearly the problem is entirely him. "you know how they say your best isn't the best? well it definitely applies to you." 

being your best was sura's strong suit, well she liked to think so. she'd like to think that all her efforts plastering on a mask was more than enough to secure kang sura and made sure everyone could see it. 

“the same thing i imagine happened to a few people.” he smiles, perhaps a bit too easily given the circumstances. there’s not a hint of unease in his stance as he peers down the hallways and considers her earlier question, “but i’m fine.”

unharmed.

perhaps even a little excited for the adrenaline rush.

"scared shitless and more clueless." exasperated is more than just an understatement. sura stands there for a while, the silence that followed her distressed comment. she isn't quite the type to ask for help, she isn't the type to be a people person either. it clogs at her throat, like her ego demands to shut her up, to cut her off. "how'd- how'd you..." she stutters, her tongue articulates every word laced with the aim of battling her ego. "how'd you do that? like, that thing earlier."

well that was the hardest thing to ask. her ego, bitter, biting down at her flesh for asking such a horrific question that seemed to jeopardise who she was as her state as the all (more than mighty and great) queen. roar once, it resonates through her blood stream, roar twice and her eyes go big.

his gaze settles on the kitchen counter, to the mug of coffee he’d brewed not long before she’d showed up, bringing it to his lips to take a long, slow sip, before clearing his throat, out of habit more than anything else as he eyes her warily.

he’s pretty sure that she’s aware of his more manipulative colours, aware that she’s subject to them, and the thing which amused james the most was the fact that even then, she was pathetic enough to allow him to string her along like this. not that he was complaining in the slightest; it was just another scenario he’d happen to delight in taking advantage of. if he played his cards right, then with little ease, she could become of the essential pieces in this strategic gameplan of his, and so he’d play it cool, keep his facade up and his temper controlled, at a minimum.

for now, that was.

james.

even the thought of him hurts, it's pretty bullshit, even sura realises how pathetic this all is. but she is still here. "but i don't get it." more like she won't accept it. the burning flame ignited at first site of such a male, she was who she was, maybe it was karma for all the shit she did. it's worth it to put her eyes on him. but it really shouldn't be the case. "why am i here then?" she is mellow, for now. this is what she needs to talk about, before the said ignited passion explodes. 

fire, like everyone knows is one of the most destructive force of combustion. it takes a few seconds of pure silence through the pregnant pause and she combusts. "what the fuck am i doing here?" she shouts, arms in the air and eyes brazen.

she knows the answers to all the questions, she is just hoping for a different answer.

Finally her stomach growls and she rolls off her bed. The direction to the kitchen is probably the only thing she remembers right now. Rubbing her eyes she lazily flies over, folding her wings once she’s reached the entrance. It’s a voice that causes her to look up from where she’s been subconsciously staring at the ground.

well trying to anyways. "shitty." she replied, playing with utensils on the tabletop. "fucking shitty. what am i supposed to do with the lack of toys to play with?" she spits, her head hung low, deprived of sleep from the irritation of staying in a prey-less environment.