THE SUPREME !

( ℳ ♛ :@witchanel )

Narrowed hazel eyes rested on the Supreme. “You’re just jealous because I’m everything you wish you still were and never will be again. It has to suck being so old and knowing your time is limited.” Pale lips curled into a cruel smirk as she took a cigarette and lit it up - she couldn’t give a damn about Cordelia insisting they didn’t smoke inside the house and she would do as she pleased. “I have plenty of manners but why would I waste them on someone that doesn’t deserve anything from me? You slit my throat and watched me bleed out and then let that creep you call a butler use my dead body like a doll. Or did you forget about that?”

« jealous ?? ah !! » she was, she was jealous, she could deny it, but she was ; to be young & powerful again was such a distant dream that she’d rather sleep forever. « little whores like you don’t make me jealous. if anything, they remind me to take a shower. » she dragged whatever was left on her cup into her insides, the talk being shared really was all but amusing. girls like madison were the reminder that she was, in fact, as good as dead. she would never win against herself. « oh, a shame. the scar really does look good on you ... too bad it’s the only thing. »

    “No one can. Not even I.” Though the air’s thinned enough to scrape inside one’s throat. “So sorry to disappoint.”

« spare me the riddles, missy. » the anger grew on the witch’s chest. she didn’t like small talk. « those eyes bother me, & there’s something about you that is fucking with me. so you either beat it, bitch, or you spill the beans. what’s it going to be ?? »

literally fiona: