#aliasmoriarty

“No, Fern, that’s ridiculous,” telling the darker - haired girl no is something that Georgia will have a lot of experience with, in just a few years. But now, now they’re younger and nothing has gone wrong yet. Fern hasn’t double - crossed Georgia yet. “Knock them in the teeth if it really does come down to it, but I feel that we’re smart enough to not need that,” she gives her so - called friend a pointed glance, “nor do we need to pretend.”

“At least you’re aware of your situation,” sometimes, most times, all the time, Georgia wishes she could send Fern to hell herself. But something always stops her, always keeps her from fulfilling her dream. “Why you feel the need to inform me is … truly beyond my imagination.” as if the brunette needs to be told what kind of person her nemesis is.

“I’m aware. That’s all you ever seem to do, and it does get rather tedious,” Georgia rests her head on her hand, utterly bored with Fern’s routine. Has she not had enough taken? Has she not had enough to deal with? Apparently not. “Unless you plan to reveal that, oh I don’t know, that my father isn’t actually dead either, I’m done with this conversation.”

“This is what you wanted, though. A family reunion as sick and fucking twisted as yours!” normally not one to stoop to such base insults, or such base language, her anger robs her of her sophistication. And why shouldn’t it? She’s right to be angry, furious, livid. It’s better than being sad, better than pleading, better than giving Fern the satisfaction of seeing her break over this … again.

Georgia stays silent for a moment, her expression warping into one of scorn and disdain. “I didn’t need to hear, I know full bloody well that you lack a soul,” it’s not been news to her for a good long while. How could it be, with all the various traumas Fern has put her through over the years? “What confuses me is why you feel the need to tell me.”

“Leave him alone and go insult someone else, please,” must Fern take a shot at everything and everyone Georgia cares for? Yes, it seems so. “I’m sure there’s someone you could call a gremlin wandering about.” she knows that won’t work, knows her former friend’s fixation on her can’t be stopped. Still, points for effort.