bad blood

He gives her a once over, figures a judgement as stereotypical as it is and eventually offers his open hand to her. “Maybe. Do you trust me?”

“Oh– uh thank you.” Slowly, a light scarlet tint crept onto her cheeks, eyes downcast, fixed at her shuffling foot, a rather timid gesture which said, “Yes, please!” She was running late for class that morning so she didn’t really have the liberty to take her time and groom her flowing mane. Ah, mother wouldn’t be too pleased if she found out.

life had taught the red-haired to be patient in a less kind manner than the one she seemed to portray to her current object of interest, so when the moment is right, margaret is nothing near shy to voice out, in an ever gentle voice, her concerns over the other’s hair on the way to class they’re just by the door.

when the girl doesn’t look at her weirdly as she would have done herself, a smile breaks in her pink lips and her hands reach up to comb the other’s long strands. “i believe i am developing an ocd these days...” she comments as she works, chuckling. humility had never been something bad, and she overuses it as well as gentleness as she observes this shy girl, so different from the shameless thief she had seen just a week before. 

“if you prefer if down, it’s done. i can also braid if prettily if you’d like it, though.”

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sometimes, unplanned things happen, and you must always try to do the best with what you’ve got. believe it or not, margaret doesn’t mean to drop things onto other people’s feet all the time—her arms are two weakling things that are used to long dresses’ laces, make up brushes and hidden knives, and definitely not to books about the pre-historical bacteria’s’ composts and every chemical substance following it up to today, so, to be fair, it’s not her fault the heaviest chemistry book of history has decided to fall from her arms right onto a kid next to her’s foot.

“my goodness!” her voice raises an octave or so, and her face is covered with a worried expression. she couldn’t possibly care less about if this boy is going to lose his foot because of her book, but if he is as good as she assumes he is and doesn’t mind helping a poor and weak lady out, this might just turn to be the highlight of her day so far (he doesn’t need to know margaret is far from poor and weak, but it’s better, more amusing and only wise to play that role than to carry the damn book around all day).

“are you okay, darling?” the red-haired questions, landing a soft hand on the slightly taller boy’s shoulder and glancing down with furrowed eyebrows at his feet. but she doesn’t move, not even to pick up the book due to her moment of worry,  and how weakly she is trying to push the book away with her heels’ foot must have hinted everything necessary for him to fall into her trick. “i’m really sorry, i never imagined a book could be so heavy…”

“Give it to me, I’m worth it.”

a crimson eyebrow is lifted at the apparently cocky request, and for a second margaret is deeply amused by this boy. “we are not talking about chris hemsworth’s hammer in here.” so her cousin had requested for nerdy movies and books to keep him amused for like two seconds back home, and the always prompt lady had gladly returned them to the lad, but not without some reading herself.

( sms → mother fucking heart eyes ) lmao saranghae ( sms → mother fucking heart eyes ) but literally why aren’t u greeting me already where are you??? 

( sms → *fancy plays as bg* ) i’m just getting out of class actually

the question comes to her even with the enhanced sense of hearing she has developed over the years -- call it court senses, or whatever -- but not even then is much of a shock. some surprise maybe, and the red-haired allows it to be seen through her features, but it doesn’t last for long before a melodious laugh escapes her lips. “why, curious, aren’t we?” the lady could hear not only her own soft voice, but also the one that started with screeched mewls and turned to choked pleads under her hands and suddenly strongly pressed weight. 

the ghost of a laugh, or even an unnatractive cackle still tempts her, but margaret stayne knows better and instead of appearing to be enjoying this, she frowns slightly. should she be enjoying this much? if this was any other time or place, she would have surely started to feel her stomach churning by now as her vision went red. well, and so far, all margaret could see was grey. 

“it’s not very polite to ask such things to a lady, did you not hear? wonderland takes heads off for way less than this affront.” and oh, how would she adore to take one herself, just for old times’ sake.

"Ouch! That was my foot!"

"Could you get out of my way?"

"Stop it!"

"You look lonely. Want to talk to me?"

"Your nose is red."

"Aw, you're so cute! You know that?"

"Eww, gross!"

"If you touch me again, you're dead."

"Don't eat that!"

"Gosh, you look kinda pale..."

"What is that!?"

"Oh my god, were you shot!?"

"Give me the gun. Now."

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"

"Do you want to cuddle?"

"I demand cuddles."

"You're hair's messed up. Here, let me fix it."

"Ohhh~ Someone's blushing~!"

"I-I-it's so c-cold..."

"It's too hot..."

"I can't...breathe..."

"Help!"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Augh! It hurts!"

"Feel my hands! They're so cold!"

"Stop! I can't run anymore..."

"Are you alright?"

"You look ready to faint."

"You're not serious."

"You want me to what?"

"Grab my hand!"

"Oh god. Oh god. Stay awake. Please stay awake. Stay with me!"

"Careful! You really don't want to fall here."

"Are you insane?"

"I can't allow this."

"I-I can't feel my arms..."

"Why are you all wet?"

"We need to get you to a hospital."

"I....I've been sh-shot..."

"Oh god, why is there so much blood...?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Do you think you could make everything stop spinning?"

"I am NOT blushing!"

"Ugh, could you quiet down? My head hurts too much for this noise..."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Thank you. I really wanted someone to throw up on my shoes."

"I've never seen cuts like this..."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"I think your leg is broken. I'll have to help you walk."

"Don't move!"

"Ouch! I...I think I heard something snap..."

"Don't touch it!"

"Your forehead feels kinda warm..."

"Careful with that! You wouldn't want to cut yourself, would you?"

"Why do you always do that?"

"How can I trust you?"

"You betrayed me! You betrayed everyone!"

"I told you not to kiss me when I was sick!"

"If I beat you and left you for dead, do you really think someone would come for you? They wouldn't."

"You disgust me to the point where looking at you makes me physically ill."

"Please don't go..."

"I can't live without you!"