ILLUSIONS [profxgirl] [wlw]
8 parts Ongoing MatureMs. Vale speaks, her tone smooth, sharp-laced with something cruel.
"Are you just gonna stand there and gawk, or are you actually gonna walk into the class you're forty minutes late to?"
She says
Not a question. A taunt. Like she already had me figured out, already decided I wasn't worth the breath it took to acknowledge me.
Which I like
She leans against the doorframe, one hand still tucked in her pocket, the other dragging lazy fingers along the edge of the door like she's bored out of her mind. Like this-me, my presence, my very existence-is an inconvenience or a mistake.
I hold her gaze, unbothered, letting the silence stretch just enough to make it dangerous. Then, with the ghost of a smirk, I tilt my head slightly.
"Maybe both." I say boldly.
Her eyes lock onto mine, cold but calculated. The corner of her lips lifts in that same amused, yet dangerous way.
"Well, your eyes and your presence can figure that out on your own timing." she says, her voice dripping with honeyed menace.
"However, if you can't figure it out fast enough, I'll have the door be your mirror in less than 3.5 seconds."