his head tilts, a scoff sounding. she was as naive as her mother surely. ❝ at a glance, maybe. but we have nothing in common. ❞ footsteps circle around her now, gaze giving ally a once-over. it was no secret his father had told him bedtime stories of her mother, alice, but alec had no desire to get to know them. & why would he ? they got to live comfortably in auradon, while his father was imprisoned. ❝ just look at you. clean fingertips, frilly clothes - we are as opposite as they come! ❞
fingers are clasped together, hands behind her back as her head remains high, eyes following him as he circles her. of course she knows they are different, how could they not be ? still, a curious girl like herself ( like her mother. ) can’t help but wonder the similarities they must share. removes hands from behind her, inspecting her nails, hum leaving her lips. ❝ WELL, if that’s something you’re interested in, i could recommended a great place for a manicure in auradon. ❞ she tries to offer a smile, returning hands back in it’s permanent place behind her back. ❝ we must be similar in some ways. how about we get to know each other, hm ? i’ll start ! i am the leader of aurdaons acapella group, i like the color blue and i have a awfully bad obsession with tea ! now you share something about yourself. ❞