@bitchquin
Why do you punish yourself, Harley? It's not you're fault, it's his! Everything is his fault, it's you're fault, he did this, I did this, he fucked you over in more ways than one. I fucked myself in more ways than one.
Quinn trails, trips over words, repeating herself, creating scenarios along the way before eventually reaching the point. Upon looks into crystal blue eyes, one could tell she's not at all there, nor will entirely ever be... Everything is her fault, she repeats again.
" If I was more useful 'n shit, just maybe no one would'a thought of me as a useless good nothin' bitch! " Tears pricks at makeup stained eyes, laughing manically through very clear pain. " Why do ya care anyway, batsy!? "
After all of her years playing with humans, they’ve become so easy to read. Usually, it’s the chaotic ones who catch interest, ripe with lust and anger to feast on. Harley has caught eye for different reasons. Certainly chaotic, the harlequin is... empty. Still rebuilding what she has lost. In truth, Morrigan has some pity for her.
Other houses in the Makai certainly look at her the same way.
Sigh parts lips, and a hand reaches for bleached skin. A squeeze to the flesh. “ You’re too hard on yourself, love. I’ve a little secret for you... you’ll feel much better once you fully disregard whatever they say about you. Or even think. “ Fingertips tap Harley, smirk presenting with playful nudge. “ Life’s all about pleasure, isn’t it? Do what you consider enjoyable. To hell with the rest. “