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She didn’t know how Isolde continued to be so pathetic, but her poor helpless me act she had going on just kept on chipping away at Mac until she lost her concentration and accidentally snapped one of her pieces to her bracelet. With a disgruntled sigh she reached for a replacement and clipped a fire charm to it as the only decoration piece. “Can you just fucking…” Deep breaths Mac, don’t loose your shit over something so little. “Ahem- Fine, yeah sure you can make me another mediocre childish looking piece of garbage if I lose the first one.” Her impulsive thoughts slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she knew, she just knew that she had hurt the blonde more than she should have. Mac didn’t know how to apologize though, the word was foreign to her, so after another frustrated huff and hiding her head in her arms for a few seconds to cool down she put her hand on top of her finished craft and slid it over to Isolde. “Here. You can have it. No take backs.”
they said that she had always been nice. good. ‘ she wouldn’t hurt a fly, but because she has to, she will — but without the daggers and the swords, she’s all KIND. ’ isolde sits there quietly ; she feels ... stupid, quite frankly. there’s not other way to say it and she tries to open her mouth to apologize, but something tells her that this isn’t fair. “no, it’s fine, i get it.” the daughter of hecate winces — she sounds awful, but her shoulders fall and with each blink of an eye, it only makes sense for her to meet mackenzie at the level that she’s at. “i just thought... no, nevermind that either.” a pause, a single glance up from the craft to the other. “you can’t push something on me, just as i can’t push something on you either, mackenzie.” passive-aggressive? yes, but by accident. with a lone finger, she pushes the object back. “i don’t want it. you should give to someone you care about instead.”















