❅ ( vexing stranger ) ;
“Yeah, blondie, a phone,
what am I speakin’ Greek?”
Come to think of it there was a distinct possibility he was.
It came to him in funny little spurts, mostly when he felt
like his hair was about to set it’s self on fire because he
was so angry. Lately, this had been pretty damn often.
He eyes her, with her glittery blue get up and her pursed
lips and furrowed brow and-
"Hold on, are you new? Oy, vey,
how are we still gettin’ new people
but I can’t even get my own Hell goin’
around here?! What kinda freakin’ magic
is bein’ biased like that?”
{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ———
was it customary to be studied by each knew person,
to be beneath such keen scrutiny ? despite being the
new sideshow, each vertebrae of her spine straightened,
muscles in her back tensing to personify regality - to
grow cold as the ice that once imprisoned her heart.
B L O N D I E ? - did he truly believe such
witless titles were endearing ?
a firm correction that she hoped would be comprehended
in haste. hands now perched themselves on her hips, the
slightest purse could be noted to her lips - an obvious sign
of her budding vexation.
❝ perhaps it’s a blessing you can’t wield your magic. ❞