This felt far beyond the realm of just wicked. And yet here she was, forced to play along - or at least, play along up to the point Rebecca could figure a way out. Until then, though, she's resorted to seething and silently conspiring her own plans.
❝ What do you even get out of all of this? ❞ She sounds more exasperated than she means to. Light eyes lift to Nathalie's, her glare just barely masking the silent plea underneath them. ❝ This can't be something you actually want to see happen to humanity. That's just... just - ... ❞
⸻ °。 @cupsraised: ❝ kind? how boring that would be. i aspire to be wicked. ❞








