ofclaires:
– FUCK FAKE BITCHES. that’s claire’s motto anyway, and when it comes to ally, it’s twofold. “yup, it’s me,” claire retorts, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “if you actually payed attention to anything, you might’ve noticed sooner, but hey. not all of us are here based on merit.” claire hasn’t always been so nasty – there was a time where she cared about ally more than anything in the world. her mistake, really, as ally went though what one might call a tumultuous time in her life, it seemed as if she’d forgotten claire existed. ally became someone claire didn’t really recognize. maybe claire wasn’t there for her, but how could she have been when ally was so closed off? and consequently, claire shut herself off – defense mechanism. “wherever you want to get to, it’s probably that way,” claire says, pointing in the other direction.
ally wasn’t usually one to rise to bait. but , that all changed when it came to claire ; all logic was thrown out the window. ❛ no , just skill , ❜ she said , arrogance overcompensating for insecurities best left unearthed. a family legacy secured the dumbass her place more than anything else , lest being shunned even more by her family. ❛ but , you would know all about that. let’s just fuck friendship to get to the top , aye ?? ❜ not strictly true. ally had distanced herself from claire — everyone else too — & her former friend had done the exact same thing in return. not that she would ever talk about it — out of shame more than secrecy. ❛ much appreciated , ❜ she drawled with a roll of her eyes.