"You're as beautiful as the sun, Marigold."
Ever since the new breed of humans known as immortal beings became more apparent in the recant society, those who weren't immortal let their envy take over. With non-immortal humans on the top, immortals w...
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Speaking a little bit to Marigold did give Claude some small sense of comfort. The woman was more of a ray of sunshine compared to both of their sickening situation, and Claude needed all of the positivity that could help her sanity that she could get. Even though, the Lyras did not fancy Claude speaking with one of their own, and they were not afraid to just show it.
"We know you're trying to be a little fucking leech." They would say, making Claude just shake her head and sigh. She didn't have any plans on using Marigold in any way, she couldn't even stop thinking about that dammed woman and it was driving her mad at the task of finding out why was being so damn impossible. She had thought about her during the damn electric shocks and then last night as well to the point she didn't sleep. And today, she was even letting that woman sit next to her at the small lunch table.
"I always liked your hair." Marigold admitted, twirling a curl around her finger. Claude's hair was..decent to say the least. It was straightened and short, black and all but it was still in rather decent condition. Marigold lightly reached her hand out and let her finger twirl around one of Claude's strands of hair.
"It has that lovely shade of black to it!" Marigold mused. Everything about Marigold confused her. Why did she like her hair? Why did she like Claude's jagged arm when it was in its weaponry form? She didn't know and that bothered her.
"What did you mean by normalcy is bunk?" Claude suddenly asked, turning to look at the woman who now looked back at her with dilated pupils. She hummed lowly, moving her hand away and titling her head as if trying to grasp the true thought of what she meant.
"I suppose in the way of everyone being what is classified as normal is just pure boring." She explained, pressing her palms onto her own cheeks and furrowing her dainty eyebrows.
"I always hated the being normal rule that the world has for people. It's so off just being normal." She sighed, shaking her head and then smiling while Claude just kept her eyes glued on her. Watching her every movement. Every hand gesture. Claude's eyes were like a camera in short. Just watching.
"But we can't get too deep into those topics here anyway." Marigold huffed, her curly head of hair bouncing a bit as she shifted her whole body to look at Claude fully. She smelt of her perfume. That apple and honey perfume. The perfume was something that smelt more delicious than what Claude remembered. She had forgotten how good that perfume smelt. Why did it smell that glorious?
Claude raised her arm slightly, letting her hand run through her hair as she tried to shift her eyes away from Marigold. Away from her face. From her dimples. From her eyes. From her radiance. "So with that in mind, I'll assume you don't enjoy perfectionist behavior either."
"Oh no no I hate it." Marigold grimaced at the thought. "I hate how people wanna perfect in almost everything! Flaw is beauty and perfection is just....." She fumbled her hands about as if trying to get the words out in a way that Claude could understand. ".....blank."
