a real girl

😈 — They should. Madelyn’s eyes glimmer a bright crimson, “I can feel you wanting to flaunt that ego.” Her patience was short, but it wasn’t personal. She could feel the power radiating off the girl.. and it was driving her a little mad thinking she was out of some sort of loop. “So. I’m at the edge of my seat. Who are you supposed to be?” 

😈 — “You think they’d cover that?” It was a jab, but not with much thought behind it. No underlining meaning. “Anyway. I have been curious, but people definitely don’t come back from there. Curiosity killing the cat and all that.” 

😈 — “Do you have to ask?” There was something behind her words, a seriousness Maddie had yet to incorporate — for anything, really, up until this point. “You know, better than most, what been through Hell and back looks like.” She doesn’t come off as offended, or even challenged. No, she was making a point, and for once had enough trust to believe Illyana would see it. Then she smirked again, wild and with a shrug. “What’s another one.” 

😈 — That was a new one. Hearing that out of their mouth, anyway, sounding so much like her Jean but after a few too many miles. And whatever else this one seemed to be on. “She just loved the man who did, right?  Well, I don’t care.” Madelyne was hyped up on psionic energy, flowing through and around her in waves. It left her a little excited, and feisty. “An unfortunate side effect, I assure you.” She wasn’t lying. If Maddie was obsessed with anyone, it was herself— first and foremost. “So, where is Scott?  Did Doom spare him too or, in his infinite wisdom, leave the sorry sack to rot?” 

😈 — A playfulness danced across fiery eyes. “Witnessed,” she corrected. “Sure you do. If you would just put in a little effort now and then...” It was old news, Madelyne finding Illyana’s draw towards pacifism a bore. More than that, she found it pitiful; knowing the girl’s potential outweighed whatever morals she picked up over the years. “But, I digress. I don’t mind reigning.” As if that was ever in question. “I look the best in a crown.”

😈 — “Don’t go anywhere.” Teasing him for being so easily distracted, but delighted by the drunken look in his eyes. Madelyne liked this kind of submissive behavior; bending to her will because he wanted it, insolent for show. “I want you right here, with me,” she hypnotized, eyes never leaving him. Free hand teasing up the length of his belly — claws trailing gently up the flesh beneath his shirt. Searing, like hot pokers. Maddie kissed him... Her fangs, puncturing his adrenaline-swollen lip with a tug. “I’m going to remake you,” she whispered. “I promise.” 

😈 — His reaction washed over her— as sweet as it was fiery. Shivers of her own teased up her spine. Maddie had hit a nerve, and it delighted her. “Oh.” Eyes wide & wild in discovery. He wasn’t just an opportunist, as he claimed. He was a daredevil. She took that time to hook a finger in his shirt collar, pulling him in. Keeping him close. “Is that a promise?” she whispered, words reaching only the small space left between them. Her eyes fell to his lips, and when they looked back up, that red hot glow behind them was much more apparent. A dark fog began rolling in, shrouding their surroundings. Removing distraction. “Or a request?” 

😈 — Runes of magic spawned; bright and violet and fusing into a shield from her outstretched hands. “Aw. You’re just saying that.” The thought that this other Madelyne hadn’t been nearly as up front about her feelings, it made the Goblin Queen pity her. “Right. I should have asked first: Did you ruin her life too?” Not that the answer could change anything. Maddie swung her arms back, flinging the rest of the debris outward and dispersing her shield. Grin now clear as day without the distortion of magic between them. “Hello.” 

😈 — “Sight for sore eyes,” the queen greeted. Their relationship was objectively interesting; personally rewarding. Madelyne had found the sorcerous interesting, and that had grown into quite a bit more with every interaction. “How are you getting on in Latverion?  Enjoying our slice of home?” Krakoa didn’t feel different than the one back on her universe, but she could denote the variations. The melding of all those realities. “And raising a little hell, I hope.” 

😈 — “I hope you don’t mind me saying,” she began, heels clicking ever so rhythmically against the concrete. Approaching her date. “You got quite a bit of bark for being so eager to please.” It wasn’t as cut and dry as that, of course, but she did notice his willingness to go along with her ‘needy whims’ the moment she made them clear. She stops, in front of him now, close enough to feel his breath. Her eyes meet his, a shimmering crimson to their color as she grazed the edge of his psyche. A smirk trekked across her painted lips. “Or is it something else?”

😈 — Time was of the essence. If Madelyne had sensed the Phoenix, than surely the Phoenix had sensed her. There would be no upper hand here.. but she could get the first psionic punch in. Which was, comparably, the size of a sedan barreling through the saloon.