♔ queen persephone ♔

What the fuck are you starin' at? This isn't fuckin' Shakespeare in the Park. Screw off!

Do you even know what kissing is? Or do you think brushing my neck with your lips is a scare tactic? If so — I’m not scared, some may even be aroused by your technique. 

[ If looks could kill, the one she gave him probably would. Never had she looked at him with more loathing in her expression. ]

When are you going to stop trying to make out with me? {Thomas barely flinched a muscle knowing there was one of two way’s Sephy usually reacted to him. }

[ Her eyes narrowed to a pair of dark slits in her face, pupils staring into his, her lips pursed in malice. ] Ha! In your dreams, Sugar Daddy.

That doesn’t sound very strategically so I call bullshit.

You want me to tear your throat out? [ Her hands press against his shoulders, shoving him towards the wall and she pushes herself onto her toes, lips grazing his neck. ] Try me, punk.

Oh wait — I get it now. For a moment I thought someone by the name of Four had been killed, everybody loves numeracy around here.

Or how I'm four seconds away from ripping your stomach out through your ass.

And what am I gloating about everyone’s most hated villain?

[ Persephone rolls her eyes. ] As if you don't know. 

Well what have we here! If it isn't everyone's favourite hero, Mr Harrison. Come to gloat?

Oh, Sweetheart! If you think a measly little thing like rankings changes anything then you're even more stupid than I thought. My reign has no end. [ Pouts sarcastically. ] Sorry to disappoint.

[ Rather than push her former ally away Persephone only pulled him closer, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling his frame towards hers; she always had been unpredictable. It was what made her dangerous. ] "Know me?" [ The dauntless-born let out a barking laugh, her eyes crinkling with glee. ] "Don't make me laugh! You don't know me! No one knows me. You think you do-- because we were 'friends.' But you're wrong. I made you, Draven. Before you met me no-one knew your name. You were just a sad little boy who liked to fry ants under the magnifying glass. And now look at you, Big Boy! Frankenstein's Monster strikes back! Forgive me for not being terrified, Sweet Cheeks. [ A smirk danced across her lips as she rubbed her thumbs in circles along his collarbone, her grip on his shirt like iron. ]

[ Sephy's eyes catch sight of the boy she seeks -- he who thinks he cans steal her glory! -- and all she can see is red. Before she can restrain herself her hand is at his throat, slamming him against the wall, her eyes glaring up into his full of malicious intent. ] So y'think you can steal my crown, eh, Sweetheart? [ The smaller one pouts her lips mockingly and trails a finger down his cheek. ] Oh, baby! You've gotta' lot to learn.

Indeed it is. Although, I do have a hard time believing you don’t feel at least some jealousy towards him. He’s in your spot, you want it back, you want to be better than him. 

That's not jealousy it's hubris. I don't want to be better than him I want to end him.