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muttonfudgc‌:

❝ these. shoes. were. gucci.” every uneven space between her words feels like the calm before a storm– taff herself stands, ( save her lips ) still as a statue, her hands balled into white-knuckled fists. it’s not really the fact that her shoes are ruined, or that she was wearing white– it’s the humiliation that chokes her with anger, one that affronts her shame. ❝ what the actual fuck. ❞

The barely restrained anger, the obvious scorn in her eyes and distaste in her voice is like heaven to Shock. She can barely contain a wicked grin from growing, having to bite the inside of her lip to keep it under control. She felt she couldn’t have picked a better target if she tried. She gives a slight shrug trying to remain innocent seeming “I don’t know. I guess some people just don’t appreciate knock off fashion.” She simply must dig the proverbially knife in deeper. “You know I hear bleach will get those stains right out.” Or ruin the shoes further.

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nyxscouter‌:

Well, that hurt a little. At the same time, the mention of this new “posse” made Nyx shake their head in disbelief. “Oh my god, Shock! Not everyone is trying to one-up you or climb some pedestal to look down at you from. You know I would ne- mm, forget it.” Once again, Nyx put up that verbal wall, refusing to vocalize what they meant or how they were feeling in that moment. They turned and stepped off the porch into the yard area, hoping that by creating physical distance, emotional distance would follow. Mainly the guilt and burgeoning anger.

“And you know what? I did not leave you behind. We talked about this - fought about this.” That was a bit of an overstatement. Nyx gave Shock an ultimatum - one that some might consider unfair - but Nyx didn’t want to think of it like that, and they had the best intentions at the time. “I don’t why you’re against me wanting these kids to do well for themselves. Okay, that’s what we’re supposed to want.”

"You would never what?” Shock demands letting her feet take over for one split second as she steps forward. Her stomp and heavy boots shake the wooden planks below her, if they were older boards they might give out at the sudden pressure. Something in her screams that this is her fault. It’s her fault for not changing, it’s her fault for trusting another person, it’s her fault for thinking someone would be “different” or accept her for her. She hates this voice. She hates that it’s right. Instead of facing them though she lashes that anger out towards her perceived source of those feelings.

“You would never what? Tell me to change, then leave me for bigger and better people. Like some spoiled brat with an old toy?” She stops herself at the bottom of the steps. Knowing if she doesn’t she’ll just keep going until she starts swinging. “I don’t know why you think I'm so bad for them. I can be just as good as you or as Tink or as anyone else in this town. But instead of seeing it you just say I need to change then disappear on me.”