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❝Make them hate the fake, that way they won't see the real you.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#0C94CC ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #CC0C2E】
|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#0C94CC ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #CC0C2E】
|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
Claude always was a bit of a problem. He was both clever and stubborn, he had a knack of not giving up until he tried every possible way to get what he wanted. And because of his quick wit and his guile, coming up with plans was second nature for the schemer. He wasn't a bad person or anything, but Elise had learned that it was easier and less of a hassle to just go along with what he wanted rather than try to fight it. He would keep trying until you put in more effort trying to say no than you did just doing the thing in the first place. "Maybe if we escape to the spirit world we won't have to deal with the next expose." The idea sounded nice. Retreating to the spirit world to escape social interaction as well as find out more about their powers? That sounded good to Elise.
The movie was quite good. "I did see the older movie but the way they focused on Lambert and Esme's relationship made the final scene a lot stronger this time." Last time they focused more on Lambert and his Square Table Knights, fighting for king and land. Before Elise could hunt for a more comedic story while scrolling through WebFlix Cynthia came to announce that it was dinner time. Winter wanted to go but Elise felt tired after doing so much social interaction. She wasn't a natural at this, even with a mask on there was a limit to what the recluse could do. She used to be an actress, a flower that bloomed in front of others. Now she was anything but. She couldn't be beautiful anymore, all she had was this gross fake plastic mold that looked like a mask.
She wanted to just eat in her room. But Cynthia's expectant smile only made her stomach shrivel up inside of her. Her own mother, Mirabelle, wanted her to get along better with Cynthia, and the woman had only ever been kind and gentle with her. "Fine." Elise murmured, sliding her arm back into the cast. "Vincent, has it been cleaned?" Vinent nodded dutifully. "Yes, Milady, your cast is perfect and hygienic." She didn't want to wear smelly sweat-infused casts after all. "Then let us go eat, then I will want my alone time." Her batteries were already in emergency mode, how much more did they want from her?
Cynthia was beaming as for the second time ever, a full house was gathered at the dinner table. Claude was briefly surprised but decided not to comment on Elise's attendance. "This smells good, mother! What's on the menu?" As the servants lifted the trays a whole slew of gourmet food unveiled themselves. You could call out to any selection you pleased and the servants would put them on your plate. "I hope you have learned table etiquette by now, Winter." Elise looked at her critically, wondering if she learned the rules of soup spoons and meat forks. "Oh, don't worry about that, just eat whatever way makes you happiest, dear." Cynthia was definitely overjoyed.