𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦
☆
❘ ❙ ❚ ❚ . .in which two people, who
are both one of a kind, use each
others' insanity to their advantage
or
kai and pearl's manipulati...
❛ i look the other way as they are kissing their hellos ❜
𝑃𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐿 𝑂𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑊𝑁 is a terrifying specimen, but Pearl with a knife is lethally horrifying.
Ally had told Winter that Pearl wanted to speak with her, but judging by that look on her face, Pearl was beyond angry. Pearl was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, twirling a dagger in her hand, starring down Winter with a glare that could send the president crying to his mother -- which would not have been too far out of left field.
"Ally said you wanted to see me." Winter spoke in a timid voice. She has known Pearl for a while, she watched Pearl and Kai's relationship blossom. There has never been a time where Winter was not afraid of her sister-in-law. Since the day they met, there was some switch in Pearl's mind that Winter could see and was perfectly fine to stay miles away from. Winter simply assuming that Pearl wouldn't hurt someone she cares about.
Pearl has no limits.
"Sit down." Pearl ordered. Winter sat in the chair across the coffee table from Pearl. She adjusted herself in her seat quite a few times, trying to make herself more at ease, but nothing was working considering Pearl's strong stare never left. Pearl leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. Winter's eyes kept flicking to the flourishing knife.
"Have I ever told you why I hate radical feminists?" Pearl asked her as her gaze moved to her knife, watching it fall between her fingers and roll over others.
"I thought it was because you think we care too much." Winter guessed, still flickering between the weapon and Pearl.
"No...No, that's not why." Pearl stopped twirling her dagger and looked back up at her sister-in-law. "My mother, Winter, was most likely the most radical feminist in all of women's history and do you know why? She slept with a man that represented everything she hated about men just so she could manipulate him and hurt him. Honestly, that's the one thing I respect about her. My father was sexist, abusive, and really annoying. He is the most accurate depiction of toxic masculinity that I have ever seen in my life. She had a child with him so he would feel responsible to raise it and he thought it could fix their relationship, only she ripped it from him. It didn't work, obviously. They both got custody and were forced to have some sort of relationship because of me. They always resented me for it. But my mom...she was the worst of the two. You know, she once made me break a boy's arm when I was seven because I had a little crush on him? Bones break easily. She also shaved my head when it got too long because I wasn't allowed to subject myself to stereotypical femininity that was created by men. Not to mention the time she threw out all my toys when I was five because I had to grow up and realize what kind of world I was living in."
