jealousy, you are your own ultimate self-destructive indulgence
[Parsee would never admit it, but the bitter taste in her mouth was the fault of the spiders.
The vicious, venomous spiders inside the turkey. Scuttling, hideous. Yet she didn't- couldn't trample them. It was almost ridiculously laughable if one thought about it; even with her sharp tongue and hateful diatribe, she was somehow just a bit too soft to snuff out the life of a few lowly critters. If asked she'd say it was only because she had no right to, being no better than them- but the truth lay more in the fact that Yamame had been collecting them, once. She had been one, once. Yet for days now that same girl looked around with glassy eyes and spoke in a voice that rang hollow. Parsee had naturally tried to delude herself into thinking it didn't matter, she didn't care, she was more than over the whole stupid situation.
She wasn't. Not really, not at all, not when the house shoved them together at least one night out of three. Furthermore, she was sick of even thinking about the drone, having to hear it speak, having to watch it do things the real Yamame would never, ever do. And what better way to forget than to drown in distractions? Parsee could do that much, at least. Yes, she could invite all the confrontations in the world now that she possessed it again; the old aching hunger, the power and the madness for which she was most notorious- the ability to manipulate jealousy.
It was high time she put it to use.
....
Somewhere in the shadows of Mayfield, a green-eyed monster waits. And watches. And seethes.]
[ooc: Jealousy plot is a-go! Latetagging is perfectly fine and sign-ups are still open here! Also, at some point, Lil' Slugger will be killing Parsee, so all threads will take place before that thread.]
The vicious, venomous spiders inside the turkey. Scuttling, hideous. Yet she didn't- couldn't trample them. It was almost ridiculously laughable if one thought about it; even with her sharp tongue and hateful diatribe, she was somehow just a bit too soft to snuff out the life of a few lowly critters. If asked she'd say it was only because she had no right to, being no better than them- but the truth lay more in the fact that Yamame had been collecting them, once. She had been one, once. Yet for days now that same girl looked around with glassy eyes and spoke in a voice that rang hollow. Parsee had naturally tried to delude herself into thinking it didn't matter, she didn't care, she was more than over the whole stupid situation.
She wasn't. Not really, not at all, not when the house shoved them together at least one night out of three. Furthermore, she was sick of even thinking about the drone, having to hear it speak, having to watch it do things the real Yamame would never, ever do. And what better way to forget than to drown in distractions? Parsee could do that much, at least. Yes, she could invite all the confrontations in the world now that she possessed it again; the old aching hunger, the power and the madness for which she was most notorious- the ability to manipulate jealousy.
It was high time she put it to use.
....
Somewhere in the shadows of Mayfield, a green-eyed monster waits. And watches. And seethes.]
[ooc: Jealousy plot is a-go! Latetagging is perfectly fine and sign-ups are still open here! Also, at some point, Lil' Slugger will be killing Parsee, so all threads will take place before that thread.]