“ oh, glimmer, you love me, don’t you? “ dt as bow
SHE IS SO TIRED OF BEING MOCKED. they scrutinize her, size her up every time she enters the makehsift prison they’ve been condemned to— and no matter how many times they read her for filth, glimmer refuses to believe she’s met her match. it’s her stubborn streak at play, but apparently not even that spot of red can hide the pink in her cheeks at the mention of bow. she likes to think she doesn’t understand it yet, the way her heart beats just a bit faster when he stands beside her at the war room table, and the recent distance between them has only EMPHASIZED what she so violently refuses to accept. so why does double trouble, this shapeshifting mercenary snake, get to know how she feels before she does ? it’s not fair, IT NEVER IS. their impression of bow is thinly veiled. if she squints, glimmer will be able to see through it ( no one knows him better than she does. ), but she is so tired. she is so tired of everything.
“ — UUUGH, ENOUGH ! ” a staticky pink blast explodes from her clenched fist, going nowhere. she murmurs a few curses, head angled down, away from the burning gaze of what LOOKS like her best friend. there is a tinge of cruelty in their smile, and bow is the KINDEST person she knows. he is generous and good, valiant and handsome, selfless and smart — and she loves him. stars, she does, but she trades an open mind for an accusatory finger and speaks directly to her guards. “ keep them quiet. i mean it, i don’t want to hear anything from OR about them for the rest of the night. ” little queen rounds on her heel, poised to leave. but not before shooting one more venomous gaze behind her. “ and find a way... for them to stop doing THAT. ”
