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Hateful child and her fool's tongue. I am not sorry. I am certain there will be repercussions, but I will deal with them as I must.
And I don't resemble that woman.
At all.
The sound of metal scraping together bounces against the walls of the kitchen as Rai pulls out the freshly baked tray of cookies from the oven. As she begins the painful process of sliding each one onto a plate, the smell is what really bounces off the walls. It seeps through each crack, escaping the room and filling the hallway with the smell of cookies as well.
The click of heels at a brisk clip down the hall heralds Valkyrie's approach; she enters the kitchen, a lean stark figure in white and charcoal grey beneath her labcoat. Her dyed-dark hair is caught in a severe tail. Blue-grey eyes are narrowed, her glance sharp, as it rakes the room, and as scent is borne out by sight, she halts. There are no words at first, merely the perfect stillness of her posture as she greets Raidha with only a silent stare.
The smaller form turns, and Ellen is met with Raidha's venomous eyes, narrowing in a slightly suspicious manner. The girl brandishes her spatula like a gleaming sword, spattered with the blood of cookie-doe and chocolate and a tray still half full of cookies. After a long moment of intense staring, she tilts her head to the left, arching a dark eyebrow and her lips curving until her mouth reaches a catlike grin, "Cookie?" She offers in a sweet voice, elevating herself on the balls of her small feet.
Ellen stares at Raidha, still perfectly immobile. Her expression is schooled to perfect blankness. Finally, the word bitten off in an alto sharp and icicle-cold, she speaks. "No."
Raidha nods, easily having predicted the response, "Cool." She coos, turning her back on Ellen and continuing to slap the cookies onto the plate, "You changed your hair." She strategically comments, her voice rising in pitch towards the end, implying nothing of liking the alteration.
Ellen raises her chin ever-so-slightly, the flare of nostrils and the brief glitter in blue-grey eyes bespeaking nothing pleasant. Every word carefully enunciated, she answers, "It was necessary." Moving in sharp jerks rather than with her customary fluidity, she stalks to the cupboard and yanks the jar of peanut butter from its usual shelf. It slams hard and loud against the surface of the counter.
Raidha nods smoothly, batting her lashes, "Well then..." She smiles, "Mission complete." She takes the plate of cookies and leaves it on the table for someone else to eat before moving to wash the dishes she's used. She lets the sound of hot running water make up for the silence.
Bread is seized from its cupboard. Restrained rage informs the rapidity and extreme precision of Ellen's motions as a sandwich is constructed, the scrape of the butter knife across the bread not nearly as cathartic as its clatter as, with a flick of the wrist, she throws it past Raidha into the sink. Her proximity to the younger girl approaches uncomfortably close as she watches her with narrowed eyes.
Perhaps out of spite, but Raidha allows the knife to slide past her when in any other instance she could have caught it. She widens her eyes, smiling over to Ellen, "Ooh..." She breathes out, "That was almost close..." It could be a malicious little compliment, encouragement, or just musement. She turns of the sink before swinging her hips over to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
Ellen's cool stare follows her to the refrigerator: impassivity, with just the /slightest/ taint of loathing. Quietly, she asks, "Have you taken your medication?"
Raidha slams the fridge shut, her eyes flashing hot pink as they fix on Ellen. "You know I like the dark hair..." She offers, smiling and batting her eyes, "You look a lot like Sabella." She shrugs her shoulders, wrinkling her nose up cutely, "Hm."
Ellen is across the kitchen in an instant to enclose one of Raidha's wrists in a vicelike grip, her gaze dark and hard as stone as she glares down at her. The threat inherent in those tightening fingers is more in the touch of skin to skin than in any particular show of strength on Ellen's part. "Why," she snarls, "do you /seek/ to infuriate me?"
Raidha allows herself to be caught, even going as far as to throw up her arms in a mock-defense. Her eyes almost will Ellen to do something with a crazed pink brilliance. She counters in a dark voice, tones one might not believe to come from the breathy young lady, "Why do you ... let the likes of /me/ get to you...?" She bats her lashes.
Ellen's eyes glitter. "That is not an answer," she informs, her voice flat and deep. "This is not about my behavior. This is about yours. And how you expect to leave this room alive."
Raidha stares back, "I'm not the one about to kill her teammate over hair..." She responds in a whisper, as if it were a secret. "I'd like much better to die benefiting the cause... but if you will my heart to stop... or some other no doubt more painful death upon me... I can't stop you. And thus. Won't try." She raises her eyebrows. She shimmers, her skin going pale with the rest of her. Her hair gleaming in wheat colored brilliance, her eyes going sky blue. "I wonder what my last words should be..." She narrows her eyes. With a quick-mustered force, Raidha throws her arms foreword with as much upper-body strength as she can fling in an instant, she attempts to simply throw Ellen away from her.
Ellen is shoved off, pushed back against the refrigerator; she slams against it, practically unresisting, for the focus of her physicality is on her grip at Raidha's wrist -- which breaks, but not before she has time to encourage an extra layer of skin to grow across the girl's lips, sealing them shut. Ellen smiles, tightly. "Perhaps when you have learned to consider your words," she says, "I will allow you to speak again."
Raidha's jaw tightens. Her blue eyes don't so much as glaze as she stares at Ellen. Lips appear where her mouth vanished, the colors shadowing over the dull form as if lips were really there. Her lashes bat. Her expression remains calm, waiting for Ellen to finish.
Ellen raises dyed-dark eyebrows at Raidha, staring coolly back for a moment. Then she turns on her heel and retrieves her sandwich from the counter. "Excuse me, Matilde," she remarks mildly, with an inclination of the head over the shoulder that bears only the slightest hint of mockery. "I have work to do."
The mock-mouth curves into a slight smirk as Raidha regains herself, twisting her newly freed wrists. She watches Ellen leave, tilting her head slightly in rather uneasily optimistic thought.
And I don't resemble that woman.
At all.
The sound of metal scraping together bounces against the walls of the kitchen as Rai pulls out the freshly baked tray of cookies from the oven. As she begins the painful process of sliding each one onto a plate, the smell is what really bounces off the walls. It seeps through each crack, escaping the room and filling the hallway with the smell of cookies as well.
The click of heels at a brisk clip down the hall heralds Valkyrie's approach; she enters the kitchen, a lean stark figure in white and charcoal grey beneath her labcoat. Her dyed-dark hair is caught in a severe tail. Blue-grey eyes are narrowed, her glance sharp, as it rakes the room, and as scent is borne out by sight, she halts. There are no words at first, merely the perfect stillness of her posture as she greets Raidha with only a silent stare.
The smaller form turns, and Ellen is met with Raidha's venomous eyes, narrowing in a slightly suspicious manner. The girl brandishes her spatula like a gleaming sword, spattered with the blood of cookie-doe and chocolate and a tray still half full of cookies. After a long moment of intense staring, she tilts her head to the left, arching a dark eyebrow and her lips curving until her mouth reaches a catlike grin, "Cookie?" She offers in a sweet voice, elevating herself on the balls of her small feet.
Ellen stares at Raidha, still perfectly immobile. Her expression is schooled to perfect blankness. Finally, the word bitten off in an alto sharp and icicle-cold, she speaks. "No."
Raidha nods, easily having predicted the response, "Cool." She coos, turning her back on Ellen and continuing to slap the cookies onto the plate, "You changed your hair." She strategically comments, her voice rising in pitch towards the end, implying nothing of liking the alteration.
Ellen raises her chin ever-so-slightly, the flare of nostrils and the brief glitter in blue-grey eyes bespeaking nothing pleasant. Every word carefully enunciated, she answers, "It was necessary." Moving in sharp jerks rather than with her customary fluidity, she stalks to the cupboard and yanks the jar of peanut butter from its usual shelf. It slams hard and loud against the surface of the counter.
Raidha nods smoothly, batting her lashes, "Well then..." She smiles, "Mission complete." She takes the plate of cookies and leaves it on the table for someone else to eat before moving to wash the dishes she's used. She lets the sound of hot running water make up for the silence.
Bread is seized from its cupboard. Restrained rage informs the rapidity and extreme precision of Ellen's motions as a sandwich is constructed, the scrape of the butter knife across the bread not nearly as cathartic as its clatter as, with a flick of the wrist, she throws it past Raidha into the sink. Her proximity to the younger girl approaches uncomfortably close as she watches her with narrowed eyes.
Perhaps out of spite, but Raidha allows the knife to slide past her when in any other instance she could have caught it. She widens her eyes, smiling over to Ellen, "Ooh..." She breathes out, "That was almost close..." It could be a malicious little compliment, encouragement, or just musement. She turns of the sink before swinging her hips over to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
Ellen's cool stare follows her to the refrigerator: impassivity, with just the /slightest/ taint of loathing. Quietly, she asks, "Have you taken your medication?"
Raidha slams the fridge shut, her eyes flashing hot pink as they fix on Ellen. "You know I like the dark hair..." She offers, smiling and batting her eyes, "You look a lot like Sabella." She shrugs her shoulders, wrinkling her nose up cutely, "Hm."
Ellen is across the kitchen in an instant to enclose one of Raidha's wrists in a vicelike grip, her gaze dark and hard as stone as she glares down at her. The threat inherent in those tightening fingers is more in the touch of skin to skin than in any particular show of strength on Ellen's part. "Why," she snarls, "do you /seek/ to infuriate me?"
Raidha allows herself to be caught, even going as far as to throw up her arms in a mock-defense. Her eyes almost will Ellen to do something with a crazed pink brilliance. She counters in a dark voice, tones one might not believe to come from the breathy young lady, "Why do you ... let the likes of /me/ get to you...?" She bats her lashes.
Ellen's eyes glitter. "That is not an answer," she informs, her voice flat and deep. "This is not about my behavior. This is about yours. And how you expect to leave this room alive."
Raidha stares back, "I'm not the one about to kill her teammate over hair..." She responds in a whisper, as if it were a secret. "I'd like much better to die benefiting the cause... but if you will my heart to stop... or some other no doubt more painful death upon me... I can't stop you. And thus. Won't try." She raises her eyebrows. She shimmers, her skin going pale with the rest of her. Her hair gleaming in wheat colored brilliance, her eyes going sky blue. "I wonder what my last words should be..." She narrows her eyes. With a quick-mustered force, Raidha throws her arms foreword with as much upper-body strength as she can fling in an instant, she attempts to simply throw Ellen away from her.
Ellen is shoved off, pushed back against the refrigerator; she slams against it, practically unresisting, for the focus of her physicality is on her grip at Raidha's wrist -- which breaks, but not before she has time to encourage an extra layer of skin to grow across the girl's lips, sealing them shut. Ellen smiles, tightly. "Perhaps when you have learned to consider your words," she says, "I will allow you to speak again."
Raidha's jaw tightens. Her blue eyes don't so much as glaze as she stares at Ellen. Lips appear where her mouth vanished, the colors shadowing over the dull form as if lips were really there. Her lashes bat. Her expression remains calm, waiting for Ellen to finish.
Ellen raises dyed-dark eyebrows at Raidha, staring coolly back for a moment. Then she turns on her heel and retrieves her sandwich from the counter. "Excuse me, Matilde," she remarks mildly, with an inclination of the head over the shoulder that bears only the slightest hint of mockery. "I have work to do."
The mock-mouth curves into a slight smirk as Raidha regains herself, twisting her newly freed wrists. She watches Ellen leave, tilting her head slightly in rather uneasily optimistic thought.