Apr 28, 2015
dO I SPY wITH MY LITTLE EYE A JULIEFISH ?!
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dO I SPY wITH MY LITTLE EYE A JULIEFISH ?!
Heels clacked against the cement, a sound that hadn't been heard from the particular culprit in a significant amount of time. The queen bee herself hadn't been present for a while now; disappearing into the wind in the night. She hadn't really gone anywhere. All Eleanor did was isolate herself in her room, locking the door so even her mother couldn't disturb her peace. It was a break that she needed somehow; away from the eyes of accusation that surrounded her figure any time she moved in Storybrooke. It was tiresome to force a look of unfazed purpose across her features nearly every second of the day. In actuality, the stares she had been receiving had begun to unnerve her and maybe even irritate her; she just had to get away from it for a span of time. She just didn't know it would be so long. The moment she halted her movements, arriving in the destination she desired, she saw the only person she could label as her friend. Sliding in the vicinity with the stealth of a prowling cat, Eleanor found herself greeting the friend, who she hadn't even contacted during her short vacation from the outside world. "Hey, Elliot. Been a short while, hasn't it?" She sounded casual as she chimed the words, but it wasn't a secret that she had been gone for nearly two weeks now. The solitude was nice, she discovered.
astutiia 'queens loyal dog' would be the tag for Elliot c; just kidding (or am i? Dundundun). But yes good. Butterfly Queen sounds like such a cute title ahh
!!!!!!!!!!!! astutiia omg her own tag. The h o n o r
"r00d" you say and yet it is the truth. Elliot makes my baby wanna be a better person but she's on the struggle bus because she likes the power of being evil-ish.
Eleanor wants to be evil but thanks to Elliot's bitch ass existence, she is also softening up and she's just so confused with herself right now. She's like "no i dont want to talk to anyone" because of it so i'ma blame astutiia bye
A grin stretched across Eleanor's face upon entering the exhibit of butterflies. Sapphire irises contracted at the sight, glee sparkling in the depths of blue. The rhythm of her heart began to morph with the gentle flapping of the butterflies wings, awe stealing the breath from her lungs. She found herself spinning around, watching the multitude of colors darting across the makeshift home, playing little games of tag as they fluttered through the air. It brought a spark of childish excitement that burst into a strong fire. The girl was nearly hypnotized by the beauty of the creatures, fragile but confident that it owned the world. Within seconds, she reaches a hand out in order to invite one closer, and much to her delight (shown by the dust of pink across ivory cheeks), one lands gently on the tip of her middle finger. She's too caught by the moment to care what the other who accompanied her was doing, her fascination with the bug allowing the walls of her Queen Bee status to crumble to her feet as she soaked the scene into her memory, afraid to let it leave her.
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"Is there a reason you're just standing there in my door way--?"