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[It is one of few occasions where Jackie has chosen to address the vine of her own free will. If she had her way, she wouldn't be doing it again so soon, but she has something to say. She sits quietly for a moment longer after the mirror has blossomed, she's sitting up straight on the couch in her apartment, one light on in a dark room. It's well into the night, she's an insomniac, it's normal for her to be up, but there is also someone sleeping in another room, no need to keep her up with a light in her face. She has had enough to worry about today, even if it is for the best Jackie knows nothing of that.
Jackie leans in towards the mirror with an unforgiving expression.]
Is this your idea of devotion, your Highness? [Her voice is a low, furious hiss.] If you think you have any right, then I hope--
[A hand settles on her shoulder, heavy with rings. It pulls her backwards as thesamesin leans down over the back of the couch, puts her mouth to Jackie's ear. She doesn't say anything, but her hand creeps upwards to cup Jackie's chin, making sure she continues to face the mirror. The phantom is looking out on the audience in kind, smiling as it traces its tongue along the curve of Jackie's ear. Jackie's expression is cold, but she does not react otherwise.
A teenage girl with long blonde hair sits down next to her then, looking at them both with sad brown eyes.]
Look at me. Please. Just look at me.
[Her voice is quiet, pleading, and that makes Jackie scowl. At last, she gets to her feet, pulling out from under the woman's touch, shoving the girl away roughly. The girl fades easily, and once on her feet, Jackie snatches an empty coffee cup off the table and throws it impatiently through the other apparition. It disappears into wisps of smoke, the cup sailing through the air to smash to the floor on the far side of the couch.
Jackie glances over her shoulder with that same cold expression,]
I'm tired of your games.
Jackie? [A voice interrupts from further in the apartment. Of course she's woken up Dominique now, and Jackie walks around the couch to intercept her, reassuring,] It's nothing, Dom, I dropped something. [A lie certainly, but as she begins to sweep up the pieces of porcelain, it is easy enough to convince Dominique to go back to bed. Jackie really only has one last thing to say to the Queen anyway, returning to the mirror when it is quiet again. The seething anger returns without hesitation,]
Stay the fuck out of my head, or so help me God I will carve you out.
Jackie leans in towards the mirror with an unforgiving expression.]
Is this your idea of devotion, your Highness? [Her voice is a low, furious hiss.] If you think you have any right, then I hope--
[A hand settles on her shoulder, heavy with rings. It pulls her backwards as thesamesin leans down over the back of the couch, puts her mouth to Jackie's ear. She doesn't say anything, but her hand creeps upwards to cup Jackie's chin, making sure she continues to face the mirror. The phantom is looking out on the audience in kind, smiling as it traces its tongue along the curve of Jackie's ear. Jackie's expression is cold, but she does not react otherwise.
A teenage girl with long blonde hair sits down next to her then, looking at them both with sad brown eyes.]
Look at me. Please. Just look at me.
[Her voice is quiet, pleading, and that makes Jackie scowl. At last, she gets to her feet, pulling out from under the woman's touch, shoving the girl away roughly. The girl fades easily, and once on her feet, Jackie snatches an empty coffee cup off the table and throws it impatiently through the other apparition. It disappears into wisps of smoke, the cup sailing through the air to smash to the floor on the far side of the couch.
Jackie glances over her shoulder with that same cold expression,]
I'm tired of your games.
Jackie? [A voice interrupts from further in the apartment. Of course she's woken up Dominique now, and Jackie walks around the couch to intercept her, reassuring,] It's nothing, Dom, I dropped something. [A lie certainly, but as she begins to sweep up the pieces of porcelain, it is easy enough to convince Dominique to go back to bed. Jackie really only has one last thing to say to the Queen anyway, returning to the mirror when it is quiet again. The seething anger returns without hesitation,]
Stay the fuck out of my head, or so help me God I will carve you out.