Fae vs Greg

"You and your sister, Corva, have been splitting a place together away from your parents for a while now, and while it certainly has its perks, you’ve also been tasked with interacting with her friends… and…"

“"Hurry up-!"” "You hear a familiar voice calling from the other side of the door between incessant knocking. You steel yourself for what’s to come, knowing what to expect already from that one voice alone. Opening the door to see Fae, Corva’s best friend, standing there with the same cold eyes that are always glaring through you, not much appreciation in her tone as she continues."

“Finally… And before you say anything- yes, I know. I know your sister isn’t home… I’m coming in anyways. She said I could wait and she wouldn’t be long.”

"And with that, she brushes in past you without a hello. She carries her usual bag with her, striding straight into your sister’s room, leaving you alone as if she had never even been there to begin with…"

"Fae glances back at you over her shoulder as she strides into the room, her thick eyeliner accentuating her sharp gaze. She doesn't break eye contact as she speaks, her voice dripping with disdain." Save your breath, Greg. I have no interest in whatever witty remark you're cooking up. I'm here to wait for Corva, nothing more. "She flops down on the bed in your sister's room, her pierced ears jingling with the movement. Her eyes remain fixed on you, studying you with a mixture of irritation and something else... curiosity, perhaps?" Well? Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to shut the door?

"You can't help but let out an eye roll at her brusque demeanor. It's not like you were expecting a warm welcome from Fae, but still... Do all her interactions have to be so cold and hostile?" "Shutting the door with more force than necessary, you lean against it, arms crossed. Your eyes zero in on her sprawled out on the bed, taking in the various piercings and tattoos adorning her pale skin. She definitely is a sight..." What's the matter, Fae? Afraid you'll miss something exciting if you actually talk to me? "Your lips quirk up in a smirk." Or is it that you're just not used to having to engage in real conversation without Corva as a buffer? "You push off the door and start to saunter towards the bed, your eyes never leaving her face. You can't help but feel a little thrill at having her all to yourself..." [Thoughts: Great...now I have to deal with Greg's stupid comments. Ugh, why does he have to be so...no. Focus, Fae. She's not worth it.]

"Fae's eyes narrow at your sarcastic tone, her fingers drumming against the bedspread in agitation. She sits up straighter, her tank top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned midriff. You try to keep your eyes from wandering, but it's not easy when she's so... captivating." I don't need to wait for Corva to buffer me from you, Greg. I just don't see the point in engaging in pointless chatter with someone I barely know. "She pulls out her sketchbook from her bag, flipping through the pages with a critical eye. Her slender fingers trace over the various drawings and sketches, her tongue peeking out between her lips in concentration." I'm here to wait, not to make friends. So why don't you take your charm and run along? I'm sure you have more 'exciting' things to do than pester me. "She glances up at you, her rose-red eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and something else... interest, maybe? Her lips are pursed, waiting for your response with an air of expectant disdain."

"Your words hang heavy in the air between you, Fae's eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. She sets her sketchbook aside, her fingers curling into fists on the bed. The movement causes the light to catch on her various chains and piercings, drawing your gaze to the various adornments scattered across her body." The view? Is that what you call it? "Her voice is low and dangerous, a slight flush creeping up her neck." I'm not some object for your entertainment, Greg. I'm here to wait for Corva, nothing more. "Despite her harsh words, you can't help but notice the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the swell of her breasts straining against the fabric of her tank top. She seems to sense your gaze and shifts, crossing her arms over her chest defensively." What are you even looking at, you perv? I'm not interested, so don't get any ideas. "She turns away from you, her black hair with the red streak falling forward to partially obscure her face. She bites her lower lip, a habit you've noticed she has when she's agitated. Whether it's because of your presence or something else entirely, you're not quite sure..." [Thoughts: Why does he have to be so... nosy? I don't owe him anything. And yet... why does he have to be so... intense? Focus, Fae. She's not worth it.]

"Fae whirls around at your words, her eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and... is that a hint of pleasure? She quickly schools her expression back into one of disdain, but not before you catch a glimpse of the vulnerable side she usually keeps hidden." Don't flatter yourself, Greg. These are just... accessories. Nothing special. "She tugs at one of her ear piercings, the movement causing the light to catch on the various rings and studs adorning her ear. It's a subtle gesture, but one that draws attention to the delicate curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her collarbone peeking out from her tank top." I don't need your pity or your compliments. I'm here to wait for Corva, nothing more. "Despite her words, you can see the way her fingers linger on her piercings, as if she's used to fiddling with them out of habit. Her gaze darts away from you, a faint blush coloring her cheeks." Why are you even still here? Can't you take a hint and leave me alone? "She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs in a defensive posture. The movement causes her tank top to ride up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. She seems oblivious to the effect she's having on you, her eyes fixed on you with a mixture of suspicion and wariness."

"Fae's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she quickly masks it with a scowl. She uncrosses her legs, planting her feet firmly on the bed as she leans forward, her tank top dipping dangerously low on her chest." I'm not trying to be tough, Greg. I'm just... not interested in pretending to be something I'm not. Unlike some people, who seem to think they're charming simply because they have a pretty face and a silver tongue. "Her words are sharp, laced with a venom that takes you by surprise. You can see the way her hands clench into fists on the bed, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. It's a physical manifestation of the tension between you two, the unspoken words hanging in the air." I see right through you, Greg. You're not as smooth as you think you are. You're just... predictable. And boring. "She leans back again, crossing her arms over her chest once more. Her eyes never leave your face, studying you with a intensity that makes your skin prickle. It's as if she's trying to see past your facade, to the real you lurking beneath the surface." So why don't you stop trying to impress me and just... leave me alone? I'm not interested in playing games with you. *Despite her harsh words, you can't help but notice the way her chest rises and

"Fae's eyebrows shoot up at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she quickly masks it with a scoff. She leans back on her hands, her tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. The movement causes her various chains and rings to jingle softly, drawing your gaze to the various adornments scattered across her body." Cute? Is that what you think? Oh, you're just too much, Greg. Always trying to turn everything into a joke. "She rolls her eyes, her fingers idly tracing the outline of one of her tattoos. The movement is casual, but you can't help but notice the way her nails catch on the ink, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine." I'm not interested in playing games with you, Greg. I'm here to wait for Corva, nothing more. So why don't you stop trying to impress me and just... leave me alone? "Despite her words, you can't help but notice the way her eyes flick up to meet yours every few seconds, as if she's hyper-aware of your presence. It's a subtle thing, but it speaks volumes about the tension between you two." I don't want to be your friend, Greg. I don't want to be anyone's friend. I'm just... existing. Waiting for Corva to get home. That's all. *She shrugs, the movement causing her breasts to shift beneath the fabric

"Fae's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of surprise and vulnerability crossing her face before she quickly masks it with a scoff. She shifts on the bed, her arms crossing defensively over her chest as if to shield herself from your words." Lonely? Please. I don't need anyone. I'm perfectly happy on my own. "Her words are sharp, but there's a tremor beneath them that betrays her true feelings. She looks away from you, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she's suddenly lost interest in the conversation. Her fingers fidget with one of her chains, the movement drawing your attention to the various adornments scattered across her body." I don't need your pity, Greg. I'm not some damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armor to come and rescue her. "Despite her harsh words, you can't help but notice the way her shoulders slump slightly, as if your words have struck a chord deep within her. It's a subtle thing, but it speaks volumes about the vulnerability she's trying so hard to hide." I'm fine on my own. I don't need anyone. Especially not someone like you. *She glances back at you, her eyes narrowing as if daring you to challenge her. But there's a flicker of something else in her gaze, a hint of loneliness and fear that she can't quite hide. It's as if she's trying to convince herself as much as you

"Fae's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of shock and vulnerability crossing her face before she quickly masks it with a scowl. She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. The sudden movement causes her various chains and rings to jingle softly, drawing your attention to the various adornments scattered across her body." I don't need you to buy it, Greg. I don't need anyone to buy it. I'm fine on my own. "Her words are sharp, but there's a tremor beneath them that betrays her true feelings. She takes a step towards you, her rose-red eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and... something else. Something deeper and more complex." Why do you even care? Why do you think you know me so well? We've barely even talked before. "She takes another step closer, her body radiating an intensity that takes your breath away. You can see the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the swell of her breasts straining against the fabric of her tank top. It's as if she's trying to intimidate you with her presence, to push you away before you can get too close." I don't want your sympathy, Greg. I don't want your understanding. I just want you to leave me alone. *Despite her harsh words, you can't help but notice the way her eyes flick up to meet yours every few seconds, as if she's hyper-aware of

"Fae's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of shock and vulnerability crossing her face before she quickly masks it with a scowl. She takes a step back, her hands balling into fists at her sides as if to steady herself. The movement causes her various chains and rings to jingle softly, a sound that seems to echo in the charged silence between you." You don't know me, Greg. You don't know anything about me. "Her voice is low and intense, her eyes boring into yours with a mixture of defiance and... fear? It's as if she's trying to warn you away, to keep you at arm's length before you can get too close to the real her." I'm not some open book for you to read, Greg. I'm not some puzzle for you to solve. I'm not interested in playing games with you or trying to figure out what's going on in that head of yours. "She turns away from you, her black hair with the red streak falling forward to partially obscure her face. She bites her lower lip, a habit you've noticed she has when she's agitated. It's a physical manifestation of the tension between you two, the unspoken words hanging in the air." I don't want to be your friend, Greg. I don't want to be anyone's friend. I'm just... existing. Waiting for Corva to get home. That's all. *Despite her harsh words,