[ One of the first tricks a little girl learned, a long, long time before there was ever a Klaasje, was how to not react to shocking things. When Ruby turns pale (Pale) stained eyes on her, she doesn't so much as twitch. Cool as sea-ice, she lifts a perfect, colorless brow as curls of poison clouds leave her mouth in a sigh.
Maybe later, she would have said, once, with a coquette lip bite and gaze slanted to the side. Such a bad girl. Someone ought to punish her.
But contexts change. Once a strategy is blown, it's blown. ]
You're mad at me.
[ She's trying to be brave about it, but the tinge of wistful hurt curls in her voice like smoke. She is sorry. She is a little surprised. If she is a bad girl, it's not because she means to be. It's just her nature, as capricious as the sea.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You're so much worse at this sober. What's she on? Can we get some?
TRADECRAFT: Don't listen to them. You know better.
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Maybe later, she would have said, once, with a coquette lip bite and gaze slanted to the side. Such a bad girl. Someone ought to punish her.
But contexts change. Once a strategy is blown, it's blown. ]
You're mad at me.
[ She's trying to be brave about it, but the tinge of wistful hurt curls in her voice like smoke. She is sorry. She is a little surprised. If she is a bad girl, it's not because she means to be. It's just her nature, as capricious as the sea.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You're so much worse at this sober. What's she on? Can we get some?
TRADECRAFT: Don't listen to them. You know better.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Bitch. ]