Pretense. Leaving the character to you. c:
A great many things in her world had turned upside down recently. Including the world itself- everything in Fyndale was so unstable- but that was another matter, and literal. Figuratively, her life was back to front and inside out, upside down, round-a-bout; everything she thought she knew, she wasn’t so sure about anymore.
But there was one thing Taylor was growing more and more certain about with every passing second.
Tobias Herringway was completely insufferable, and she’d be eagerly rid of him the very first chance she got to return to her own world.
He was arrogant and proud, bossy and immature, cunning and downright annoying. He seemed to especially relish the latter and getting intentionally under her skin, to the point where she’d considered more than once simply writing in an elaborate death scene just to wipe the grin- smirk- off his dumb face.
By no means was he evil, and she knew that with certainty. Even when she’d written him as the villain, he’d been driven by tragic pasts and not outright malice; he had a good heart on the inside. But face to face with him, as mind-bendingly bizarre as that sheer possibility of being face to face with her own character was, he was petulant and definitively infuriating.
Hadn’t he been charming at one point? Hadn’t she created him with a knack for the wondrous and spectacular, with a penchant for whisking away the heroine into a tumult of adventure and discovery?
All he’d done with her, his very own writer, was drag her kicking and screaming into his tiny, rickety looking little bi-plane and taken her on the flight from hell; twirling over the choppy waves of the Eastern Sea, inland over a patchwork of neat farms with waving owners, right up to the edge of an immense rolling white mist which obscured everything beyond it, and that he’d simply called a Revision.
You can hold onto me if you’re scared, Taylor, he’d offered with that stupid grin on his stupid face, and she’d hit him upside the head so hard with the side of her hand the plane had swerved and swooped and she’d done exactly what he’d suggested in her fright.
The moment they’d set down on a rolling green hill she’d taken off, marching towards the nearest farm, before trudging back through the waist high blades for the lunch her stomach craved. When he’d laughed at her, smug little shit that he was, she’d hit him again, fuming in the sunshine that of all stories in the world she made her way into her own, and was stuck with her own infuriating character.
Yes, Taylor was certain, beyond a doubt, that Tobias was irreproachably, incomprehensively, entirely insufferable, and she did not like him one bit.