Djuna
the would-be queen
Djuna stands there in the middle of the stream, the cool water biting against her skin, but she's too preoccupied with the scene in front of her to care about the currents. Jade eyes flick between Obscene's tight sneer and Cheri's cutting gaze and then back again. Even if she were blind there's no way she wouldn't see the bad blood here, the atmosphere shifting into something a little too close to awkward for her liking.
The two continue to exchange thinly-veiled insults until their attention turns back to her waterlogged figure. She wants to make a remark about how boring he must be if all he has to do with his day is pick on strangers, but the less she has to hear him talk, the better.
She remains unflinching when his crimson gaze settles back on her, managing to eke out one last jab at the veridian-haired mare. Djuna scoffs under her breath, teetering somewhere between curiosity and annoyance. The part of her that's too nosy for its own good longs to know what kind of history these two share, but another part is less than thrilled that she'd been dragged into whatever petty game they were playing.
'Who are you to judge?' a little voice in her mind chimes in, 'you had more than your share of petty games and had no problem dragging others into them.'
Fair.
Cheri takes the jape in stride, clearly well-versed in dealing with this (or maybe just him specifically). 'Unlike others, I’m not so high-and-mighty as to think myself above even the ‘lowliest’ of tasks,' comes the smooth response, and pale lips arcing sharply up into an amused smirk as Cheri slides into the burbling stream beside her. The water sloshes and ripples against the pair and while Cheri's help isn't unwelcome, there's a nagging, wriggling question in the back of her mind that chews at her: is she only doing this to spite the stallion in front of them?
She's not sure she'd entirely mind if the answer was 'yes.'
She accepts Cheri's help without protest, humming contentedly as the last bits of dirt slough away from her skin and hair. "Thank you. You're a darling," Djuna replies in the same syrupy tone as before, this time accompanied by a coquettish wink and a half-smirk. It does not fade or falter as her jeweled gaze swivels back to Obscene, who's still just a glimmering statue against the dark backdrop of the early morning forest ― though not for long. The sun, never ceased by time or the squabbles of mortals, has continued its ascent and as it crests over the canopy above them it chases away the shadows, revealing more of his smug and definitely-not-attractive face.
Ugh. Why was it always the best looking ones that had the worst attitudes?
"You know," she begins, "I think Cheri here might have a point. You really ought to consider lowering your nose before it rains and you drown. It'd be a shame to see a handsome face end up wasted." She wonders if he's quick enough catch the meaning behind her statement, the implication that he's far too arrogant for his own good. Is it something he's heard before? Would she be surprised if it were?
Djuna turns her attention to her companion then, sensing opportunity to cause mischief of her own. "Don't you agree, Cheri?"
The two continue to exchange thinly-veiled insults until their attention turns back to her waterlogged figure. She wants to make a remark about how boring he must be if all he has to do with his day is pick on strangers, but the less she has to hear him talk, the better.
She remains unflinching when his crimson gaze settles back on her, managing to eke out one last jab at the veridian-haired mare. Djuna scoffs under her breath, teetering somewhere between curiosity and annoyance. The part of her that's too nosy for its own good longs to know what kind of history these two share, but another part is less than thrilled that she'd been dragged into whatever petty game they were playing.
'Who are you to judge?' a little voice in her mind chimes in, 'you had more than your share of petty games and had no problem dragging others into them.'
Fair.
Cheri takes the jape in stride, clearly well-versed in dealing with this (or maybe just him specifically). 'Unlike others, I’m not so high-and-mighty as to think myself above even the ‘lowliest’ of tasks,' comes the smooth response, and pale lips arcing sharply up into an amused smirk as Cheri slides into the burbling stream beside her. The water sloshes and ripples against the pair and while Cheri's help isn't unwelcome, there's a nagging, wriggling question in the back of her mind that chews at her: is she only doing this to spite the stallion in front of them?
She's not sure she'd entirely mind if the answer was 'yes.'
She accepts Cheri's help without protest, humming contentedly as the last bits of dirt slough away from her skin and hair. "Thank you. You're a darling," Djuna replies in the same syrupy tone as before, this time accompanied by a coquettish wink and a half-smirk. It does not fade or falter as her jeweled gaze swivels back to Obscene, who's still just a glimmering statue against the dark backdrop of the early morning forest ― though not for long. The sun, never ceased by time or the squabbles of mortals, has continued its ascent and as it crests over the canopy above them it chases away the shadows, revealing more of his smug and definitely-not-attractive face.
Ugh. Why was it always the best looking ones that had the worst attitudes?
"You know," she begins, "I think Cheri here might have a point. You really ought to consider lowering your nose before it rains and you drown. It'd be a shame to see a handsome face end up wasted." She wonders if he's quick enough catch the meaning behind her statement, the implication that he's far too arrogant for his own good. Is it something he's heard before? Would she be surprised if it were?
Djuna turns her attention to her companion then, sensing opportunity to cause mischief of her own. "Don't you agree, Cheri?"
@Obscene
@Cheri