[ Original Christmas Verse ]: âSince you're a witch, use your magic to decorate the tree so I don't have to participate in this small activity would be nice.â
Eyebrows raised, her visage narrowing candidly at the perfected guise of the blonde vampire who stood before her. She was as temperamental as the force of the gust outside [a vicious storm or a spirited shower of peace.]
But Bonnie wasnât fooled.
No matter how the past had curled and curdled the knife-cutting tension between the two, something only relayed through second-hand unrest due to the constant torture of her friends and the family name, the young witch wasnât the kind of person to ignore her ability to read people well. She also couldnât ignore her complaining boyfriend who held Rebekah at the top of his list themed with the million things to go on and on aboutâ that committed Bonnie in a monthly relationship with the couch.
Long story shortâ the brunette felt like she knew the girl.
Half amused, and fully cynical, Bonnieâs small lips pinched together in frank rejection, ââfirstly, thatâs not how magic works,â and the young knew that Rebekah was fully aware of it as she hefted her petite arms across her chest, lower lip pouting in calm dispute towards the Originalâs words, ââAnd youâre wrong again. I canât think of anyone more ready for this.â
She was almost smiling. Rebekahâromantic at heartâ it wasnât hard for the part psychic to tell; this was exactly what Rebekah wanted.
