001 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Wake

[cullionfish]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Condesce wakes with a hell of a lot of cramps in almost every joint in her body, so much so that she doesn't even sit up right away. Instead, she rests her claws over her eyes with an agitated growl. There's a silent pause as she pulls them back to observe a substance that she had pulled from the surface of her hair.

...was that flour?]

...Rupert!


[Action; Streets of Mayfield]

[Condesce appears mostly back to normal health, save for a nasty scar around her neck, mostly healed though still displaying that rich tyrian hue from where Signless had attacked her. She doesn't seem to interested in speaking to anyone, but she's not letting anyone walk past her without staring them dead in the eyes first.]


[Phone]

I believe a Karkat Vantas was looking to speak to me?

["Speak".]

Comments

[cullscuttlefish]

Is there another way to look at it? Not that I think it matters.

[She pauses.]

...did anything I said that night you thought you'd rid yourself of me get through to you?

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce snickers softly and shakes her head in the younger tyrian's direction.]

That naivety is the chief reason why you would never be able to take my place.

[cullscuttlefish]

You call it naivete, I call it 'believing in other people and trusting them'. Respect and love go further than hate and fear.

[cullionfish]

[She rolls her eyes. She's not here to educate a doomed heiress on the proper way to rule.]

Anything else?

[cullscuttlefish]

I'd ask how it feels to have another tyrianblood around even after you culled them once, but I think I already know the answer.