mothernatureknows:
“well, if you had REALLY understood the gravity of this situation, then you’d have given it to me already,” she fires back, knuckles stained white from the tightness of her fists. “i haven’t seen my sister in 15 fucking years. the LEAST you could do is tell me where she is without being so…disrespectful.” it took all of her energy not to curse at him again, considering how much he was riling her up. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong was this guy? it’s like he had no sense of urgency, deliberately acting bored and YAWNING to make her blood boil.
“huh, my tone? i will once you stop acting like a pompous, entitled JERK. i mean, do you ACTUALLY know Maddy? because you seem like the last person she would want to hang out with.” Even with all the years separating their last meeting, Eve can make a good guess about the types of friends Maddy would have. softies, pure-of-hearts, introverts, that’s the kind of crowd Madeline would have—he doesn’t seem to fit into any of them.
Her eyes narrowed slightly in sudden suspicion, folding her arms across her chest. “…what makes the Madeline Ashford on your phone, MY Madeline Ashford?”
"don't make such BOLD assumptions. you've no idea the basis of our conversations, and cannot judge if we get along or not based solely on this interaction between us. she's incredibly polite. as for you... i can't say i like you very much." he sighs and pulls the phone back out of his pocket, swiping a thumb across the screen to unlock it. he doesn't answer any of her other questions because they're stupid and ANNOYING. instead, he accesses his photos and clicks onto a picture of the presumed Madeline, holding the screen toward Eve for her to decide for herself whether or not the girl is her sister.
"i helped her with her wardrobe, and i'm working on getting her to model for me. she's a very gorgeous girl. awkward, but a suitable EMPLOYEE nonetheless. ...how did the universe allow something so precious to be related to you?" he adds the last remark with a snort and quickly locks his phone again to prevent the possibility of Eve trying to snatch it from him to gain information herself.
the Shade purses his lips, shoulders rolling as he debates walking away or continuing to entertain the distressed female. "be nice, noona. it may get you somewhere. or do i need to call Noah to put you in your place? since you're his bitch and all."






