Mallory.

..not so much anymore, no. you?

[ small talk. her worst skill. at least with him, it isn't too boring; even if at times she does get the impression that he looks down on her. ]

[ wordlessly handing one over. ]

[ ..... ]

...right.. being alone isn't so bad, anyway.

... get what.

[ out for a smoke. she's used to spending christmas alone. ]

you know anyone else would take that as a challenge, right?

i am calling it that. you're being a pest.

persistent in what? being bothersome?

would you rather i pretend to be nice?

but what?

// mallory when shes stand-offish and mean for no reason at all. We should kill her

you do seem like the nosey type. i'm not surprised.

[ so fucking mean for no reason? ]

it really isn't any of your business, honestly.

"i'm normal". yeah, right.

i've got bigger things to focus on.

// is it too late for them to fuck nasty- *shot to death*

// shes the worlds biggest brat its not her fault.

// we should kill my goat

[ and again, the blade clatters to the ground, mallory herself soon following as she falls to her knees; clutching the remains of her hands to her chest as a wail forces its way from her throat. despite that, white-hot rage simmers just beneath her skin. ]

..what? too scared to play fair?

// my goat is washed. mallory fight back

— mallory scoops up the knife with their uninjured hand, once again charging at the princess with everything they can muster. even if they're torn to shreds, they're stubborn, too bull-headed to back down now that they're this far in it. ]

[ the dagger slips from their hand straight to the floor, the mere feeling of their flesh being torn from them making them cry out again, even more desperately. fuck, it hurts. so much that she can't even pick her blade back up with that hand.

..but that's why she has two. —

— sink it straight into her heart. ]

[ it happens before she can even react, the pain making her cry out as her arm shakes. they can feel the blood dripping down their arm into their palm, so feeling as if they have no other choice now, mallory grabs the dagger from their side and runs at the princess; aiming to —

[ mallory shakes off this horrible dread she feels. this woman is just trying to get in her head, she tells herself. pay it no mind. ]

i know you don't fight fair.

[ she doesn't back away. ]

as if you deserve a damn thing from me other than a blade to your chest.