rule number one;

lil stands, a little dumbfounded,  shunted to the side of her own doorway, watching curiously as narcissa breezes by into her house.  her attention is more rapt than it  should be, eyes travelling down legs, simply following the path of the  fluttering shawl, she tells herself. ❝i have charmed locks. ❞ grumbly, bristled defensively. ❝ how did you find where i live? ❞

"charmed locks?" it's almost laughable, but something tells her lilith won't like it if she does all that much. so instead she turns on her heels, delving deeper into the other woman's home, fingers running along the walls. she touches everything, letting herself drink in its energy, stealing whatever information she can about her new friend from it. "sweetie, i'm a witch. how do you think i found you? the yellowpages?"

                “Do come in; I’ve already poured wine and have your potions ready.”

       "A day early, too. I just might keep you."

     ” — Good to know. “

      "Don't feel bad though, 99%       of the population have faces       like yours."

she’s not entirely certain, but she is about 98% sure that she’s not allowed to ask what she’s doing here. so she just — ❝ uhm. hi? ❞

there's a toothy grin on her lips, one that isn't warm and isn't inviting, but somehow is meant to be friendly.  narcissa doesn't even bother answering, she just pushes her way past her new friend. turning on her heels as soon as she is properly inside and ridding herself of the shawl covering her shoulders, letting it flow to the floor at the feet. "you have nothing guarding this place? really, anyone can get in here. that's our first matter of business. narcissa, by the way, since you didn't ask."

               "excuse me?                            crazy?                you take it back, right now!                i am so much more than crazy."

would you look at that.  the timid little witch may  actually be giggling. and blushing. though she  loathes for me to tell you.  ❝as long as we wait on the  thumbs.❞ suddenly shifty. her smile  dissolves. ❝i should go. home. ❞ she has important things to do. very busy woman. she’s got a  dog to feed. a bottle of wine to empty. she really needs to get  to that. ❝it was good to meet  you.❞ that bit is so genuine it’s almost gross. 

with that, she is off.

          ” — What did I do ? “

       "Nothing yet. But you'll piss me off.        You seem the sort to piss me off."

"I didn’t realize you were gonna hurt me. Is there any reason, or was it just for fun?”

       "Business, actually. Though it was fun.        I'd wager mermaid blood's a lot stronger than a human's."

     "Reeks?!           What the hell are you on about, lady?”

                      "You smell of guilt and... shame."

                   ❝ i  reckon  I should utter such                        sentiments unto you, as well—————                                      drifter  ❞.

    "it would fall on deaf ears,          you do not scare me, weak human."                ( but what lies inside you does. )

         ”What the hell is this? Did you- Did you cut me?”

          "Just a little. You didn't seem to mind."