[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Celest]

He looks her over as if he wasn't rotting at the same rate she was, as if he could just tell he was somehow superior.

Ah, but he probably is, she thinks without admiration as he disappears, and the rat will probably live forever too. But there isn't an ounce of jealousy in her selfish heart. These overpowered horses, she sighs inwardly, they are all sensitive children with the egos of gods deep down, and it didn't take too much to draw it out of this one. 

"You think you know me just like that?" she asks the trees, in a tone that that is too honest to be real. 

"You didn't look like the type to be so easily ruffled by a harsh glance," she lies, cause pretty boys usually were - too used to getting their own way with a toothy grin. Too used to everyone thinking they were hot shit.  Pretty boys with small dicks, that was.

"Guess I was mistaken."

With a dense carpet of leaves and twigs, the mare who had spent most of her existence in this forest has a pretty good idea where he is, but she doesn't honor his trick with a sideways glance. Celest closes her eyes instead, features softening for the first time since their two minute interaction had begun, and drawing the false-autumn air over her tongue. Below her skin, the magic sings, and she suddenly realizes why trouble had been so easy to find recently.

oh, fuck, she loved this feeling. 

Her sea-foam lids flash open again as the electric sensation grows, and she does her best to keep a stern face. The only sign of the light she suppresses is a shimmering iridescence at the back of her violet eyes.

"But you're probably right, clever boy." 

I'm not a girl,
I'm a storm with skin