#crxris

      ❝ — So what exactly are you offerin’? ❞

      [narrowing her eyes and knitting her brows        together, the girl is oddly touched by the        tenderness in the other’s voice; something        she had most likely never heard before.]

      ❝ You wanna mock me? I don’t care.           If you wanna aid me, that’d be a           different story, though. ❞

     ❝ Nah ... I guess y' had enough for the day.      And I gotta save the good comment's for the      next time, right? ❞

She was used to that by now, yet felt concerned of the others still well-intact disturbance of letting the female touch her. Right now, it was pretty annoying, given the bruise that covered most of Nerissa's fragile foot.

[ /flails ]

[x]

    ❝ —- … ❞

[ Quickly turning her back on the other, she bit her lower lip, not willling to give away what was eating her up. The young woman had every intention of dealing with this personal problem on her own, without adding any more stress by considering to trust the infamous Bloody Mary. ]

    ❝ —- … I’m fine. ❞

     ❝ —- ... You suck at lying, dear. ❞

[ Oh, why did she even care anymore. The mermaid wouldn't tell her anyways, would she? Yet still, it was probably the force of a habit that would make her lips speak these words so carelessly, as after all that happened, she could hardly deny that Bloody Mary was indeed still drawn to the girl whose lips were sealed once, especially after finding out that she was the cause of her boss's fall down in the first place. ]

Send me a ‘❖' and my muse will kiss yours

It had been one of those annoying long working days where everything someone else did seemed to piss off Georgie.He had just finished his dancing practice with Nerissa and she already had vanished in her cubicle.

It hadn’t been a pleasing performance, so that was another point why Georgie really needed some sort of distraction.

Another day, another familiar face.  Why this particular one plagued her memory, she couldn't be sure. Perhaps the young woman had been one of her fellow Fables that her father had spun stories about late at night, before tucking young Robin into bed and wishing her sweet dreams. That time, of course, was long past -- torn away from her by a bloodthirsty wolf that, by someone's twisted rationale, was still allowed to roam free on the city streets.                        ❝ -- Do I know you? ❞