fraudis:
she’s m i n d i n g her own damn business, but feels someone’s eyes BURNING into her flesh, s e a r i n g into forehead & for what, she knows not, but nevertheless, it certainly ignites a flame of FURY deep in her bones. she had never been one for c a l m n e s s, & doesn’t plan on being such now & so she looks up from her coffee, forefinger & thumb holding t i g h t to the end of her spoon as CIRCULAR motions swirls in the liquid cream to the black abyss. head tilts, c r e a k i n g like metal when eyes meet the other woman’s, a DANGEROUS sharpness to both her tone & tongue while she speaks.
❛ don’t l o o k at me like that. ❜
‘ SORRY. ’ voice sincere ;; quiet. peggy had––––lost her train of thought, really. perhaps she's just lost herself in g e n e r a l . she's seen too many deaths recently, and god, this woman wasn't even BLONDE, yet the face shape, the tone of voice–––– ‘ really. you just reminded me of someone. my mistake. ’ peggy drops her own gaze to her cup of tea, already cold. she dips her finger in anyway, just to check, as if pretending something was different meant it really was. she's not sure what she's thinking about. it's been a long few nights.
