continued from @caughtaflame ❝ i would consider you the villain for not laughing. ❞ mal says, shrugging her shoulders. a bit backwards, perhaps, but that's the isle for you. ❝ it was funny. they shouldn't be funny if they don't want to be laughed at. ❞ but... was it funny? or was tumbling down the stairs and into a bag of mulch supposed to not entertain her?
the laughter came so EASILY for regina . it was a low chortle , covered in honey but sharp as a blade . she hadn't apologized for finding hilarity within someone's misfortune , and today wasn't the start of it either . her head tips backwards , long curls cascading down her back , much like her mothers , and catching the sun to shine a HALO of golden sun around her , a juxtaposition to her true soul . " see . . . " a purr from her lips , a manicured nail points at mal , " someone here has a sense of humor . a rarity around these parts . " her arms cross lazily across her chest . " people here in auradon seem too desperate to maintain their dignity instead of just committing to the bit . everyone here is so TERRIFIED of being the villain that no one can have fun anymore . " a pout on her lips before it turns into a wicked smile . " i guess if laughing at someone to others earns me horns in their story well , i will have to make sure a crown still fits . " she jumped down the stairs closer to mal . " you still trying to pretend to be someone you're not ? "
