"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."
annie's countenance expresses the same level of detail as her words. the way her usual bright eyes are darkened by something dangerous nearly scares youโ it's not like the starlight you're accustomed to seeing plastered across every single tweet for the last few years. doe-eyed, beaming grin, hopeful. that's only one version of her, you've come to learn from your brief time together. starlight was doe-eyed, hopeful, with a beaming grin. annie is angry, sharp, and dangerous. but, then again, who are you to talk? you're the girl who shrinks down to nothing when things get toughโ or big, if you've had the proper amount of white claws. hands rise in mock surrender, eyes widening. "okayโ whoa, whoa... chill..." as fast as your hands rose, they're brought back down to your lap, facial expression evening itself back out. "i get the whole nice but deadly vibe, but, seriously? rocks? at least use your powers."
it's an attempt to lighten the moodโ a shitty one, but an attempt nonetheless. and while you want to support her, to be the fan who's got her back no matter what, the idea of annie actually going full rock-throwing vigilante inside your head freaks you out. "if we're getting to rock-throwing stage, maybe we need to take a breath. chillax for a sec. like, i'll breathe, you'll breathe, and we'll all just breathe." precisely two seconds after the statement, there's a loud dramatic display of you inhaling/exhaling through your nostrils.












