odette knows how to throw a punch. if it were any other person she would've won. but she didn't pick a fight with any other person. she picked a fight with nesta archeron. it's why she's on the ground now. why she threw a punch on one of her flare days, she doesn't know. there's something about the other woman that just set her off. and though odette's dancing days are behind her, it seems like her rivalry with nesta will last forever. her scalp burns from where nesta yanked her hair. there's probably claw marks on her face. she's half convinced nesta is a demon.
nesta's the reason why she's laying sprawled on the ground now. the fall rattled her more than she thought. it set something off in her because she's sure she can't get off the ground, and she's too proud to ask nesta for help, so she will lay here forever but at least she'll look pretty while doing it. the annoying clack of a phone keyboard comes from her right. odette's grimace turns into a glare as she lolls her head over to the side, and she scowls when she sees nesta standing in the corner. there’s something menacing about the way she stands there, unbothered. it doesn’t matter that her lip is busted or that there’s angry scratch marks blooming down her arm. her expression is gleeful and a bit too earnest as she madly types something onto her phone, her thumbs flying over the screen. the wild energy rolls off her in waves, and odette scoffs. "you're delusional, you know that right?"
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