UNAPOLOGETIC APATHY.

[ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: are you available? [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: would you like to come over? [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: i would like to see you. now.

[ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: you’re meddling in affairs with which you have no business. [ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: i will only tell you once more to stay out of it. 

[ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: alright. [ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: a meeting, then. [ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: when and where?

[ text → ✉ → BURNER PHONE #4. ]: training? <3 [ text → ✉ → BURNER PHONE #4. ]: sounds rough! can’t wait to hear all about it [ text → ✉ → BURNER PHONE #4. ]: i’d love to! <3

[ text → ✉ → burner phone #17 ]: are you doing alright? [ text → ✉ → burner phone #17 ]: it has been some time since i have heard from you [ text → ✉ → burner phone #17 ]: are you well, cassie? i have heard some rumours around campus about you and miri.

❝  that is correct  ,   ❞   reine muses after a moment  .  a calculated gaze befalls the freckled girl as the savage’s lips purse  ,  considering  .  her demonic lineage is oft kept a secret  ,  albeit the children of gotham villains tend to be made aware due to her idiotic twin brother’s nature of running his mouth  .  pointedly  ,  she crosses one leg atop the other  .  allows for a playful grin to grace her lips  ,  to dance with the devil in her eyes  .  ❝    mine were nurtured for two centuries as i rotted in the fiery pits of hell  .  would you like to see them  ?  ❞  her demonic form is one she seldom portrays  ,  albeit the monarch is willing to make certain exceptions  ,  for entertainment purposes and to satiate a piqued interest  .  

[ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: you are doing quite well. [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: not to worry, that is why i am assisting you.  [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: i assure you will pass all of your courses. [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: i am not, and would love to see you. [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: absolutely. 

[ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: moira? [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: hello, dear. [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: you are doing quite well. i am proud of you. 

[ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: i do. [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: i quite enjoyed it. [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: yes. lots. of particular note is blake hill and margaret fury reuniting and kissing. [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: also, my idiot brother stole fury’s gun and gifted it to salem. enjoy your time with that.  [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: i do, in person. i do not comprehend these... [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: faces.

she’s aware of panic and how it can pervade one’s entire essence  ,  a demeanour of slight trembles and quivers that betray one’s control over one’s body  .  and she knows it  ,  from decades of learning the mannerisms of people  ,  committing every minute detail to memory so they may be replicated at a later time  .  it’s a position of vulnerability many loathe to admit  ,  one the savage has yet to experience but can vicariously comprehend  ,  perhaps  .  thus she takes the woman’s hand in her own  .  human interaction never quite being her forte lest for another persona and under the guise of manipulation  ,  but  .  she can swallow a handshake for her brother’s sake  .  muster a soft smile  ,  too  .  ❝  this may come across as a strange query  ,  however  --    ❞  she releases their handshake  ,  wills pursed lips into a toothless smile  .  ❝  you appear to be the type who likes animals  .  i am a shapeshifter and  --  i oft find the company of animal companions to be most comforting in times of distress  .  if you’d like  ,  i could shift into one of your most preferred animals  .  perhaps that could help pass the time more enjoyably for you  .  ❞

❝  something of the sort  .  ❞  shifty eyes linger on liquid rose petals  ,  on a cracked neptune protruding from plump limps  .   you make me feel alive were words she’d never thought she’d murmur  ,  no weakness she’d hoped to portray and yet  ,  the undead demon taking the earth in stride remains vulnerable to the blood and sweat of one moira natchios .  and despite her fervent distaste for affection  ,  particularly in human form  ,  the monarch does reciprocate the touch  .  moira’s arms are steady and strong around her  ,  and there’s a subtle pulse in her chest where perhaps her heart should be  .  it’s as foreign as the friendship between herself and varik but not unwelcomed  .  it anything  ,  it’s reminiscent of those schoolyard crushes from back in france  .  before the fire  .  before death  .  before hell  .    (   could there ever be traces of the naive girl left residing within her again  ?  )   ❝  i spent nearly two centuries rotting in the pits of hell  .  i long since abandoned affection and  ,   in its place  ,  learnt of gruelling pain  .  i began to stop feeling at all  .  but this is not the case with you  .  the sensations i experience are   --  positive  .  something of my youth  .  you make me feel alive in a way i have not felt since before my death two hundred years prior  .  ❞

she refrains from a smirk that would otherwise pervade her stoic expression  ,  unlike gwendolyn  ,  the monarch has long since mastered her features into neutrality  ,  and likewise has willed her powers into submission  .  the logan daughter has talent  ,  however  .  talent and a pension for the undeniable evil that’s become reine savage’s lifeblood  .  she levels her gaze to the girl  ,  then  ,  permitting the arch of a sculpted brow  .  ❝  what does no longer useful entail for you  ,  gwendolyn  ?  and would you like some assistance in removing these blemishes  ?  ❞

it was painfully simple to discern the persons that would best manipulate cassandra lang  .  and it was even simpler still to acquiesce information on one particular nathaniel richards  .  to learn his behaviours  .  mannerisms  .  video footage exists which facilitates the ordeal  .  and reine’s always been quite confident in her performances  .  so the savage  ,  now with tattered dark locks and a male’s body unsuited for a queen such as herself  ,  drapes muscled arms around the lang  .  emotional manipulation and exploitation  --  this is where reine savage’s skills are at their finest  .  ❝  if you cannot tell  ,  i am very happy to see you  .  ❞  she combs masculine digits through blonde locks  ,  feels the drum of the girl’s heart against her chest  .  ❝  and i thought you were dead  .  once it became clear you were not   --  i had to return to find you  . ❞

[ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: i believe she would appreciate your company. [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: drama, yes. scarlet pryde overdosed. avery morse was on drugs. krystal was quite unhappy. the professors were too intoxicated to help, mostly. i have reason to believe jessica drew and zatanna zatara are having an extramarital affair.  [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: i do not. [ text → ✉ → E. QUINZEL ]: do not wink at me, emmaline.

[ text → ✉ → L. MOONE-HELLSTROM. ]: i would agree with that statement. [ text → ✉ → L. MOONE-HELLSTROM. ]: i would be infinite because you cannot quantify a supreme being.  [ text → ✉ → L. MOONE-HELLSTROM. ]: absolutely.  [ text → ✉ → L. MOONE-HELLSTROM. ]: here is her number: [ text → ✉ → L. MOONE-HELLSTROM. ]: ATTACHMENT: 1 CONTACT.

[ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: i’m not upset. [ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: but i have heard some rumours. [ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: and i think we should discuss everything. [ text → ✉ → burner phone #16 ]: is there anything you’d like to tell me?

[ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: what do you want? [ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: perhaps i would have no need to ignore you if you were not infuriating  [ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: mind your own business. [ text → ✉ → M. ZATARA. ]: if i have need for you, i shall call.