Pop. Pop. Pop. Oh, no. The cow had better senses than Frill gave her credit for… Realizing she had been so meticulously watching her.

That sounds like a whole lot of mooing. Frill smiles in a way which doesn’t really reach her eyes, even though they curve and crinkle under the weight of her expression. Feigning her harmlessness. “Miss Morrigan! You’re so scary when you look like that!”

“Do I now~? Look scary to the likes of you~? You’re very funny child. No wonder your parents thought it best to be rid of you. If not, you would not keep company with Maeve..~ You’re a transparent little thing, you know.”

To put it bluntly: Frill is exhibiting fatherless behavior to the second power.

Frill is no longer smiling.

“Not at all.” Calm, subdued rage. Pop. Pop. Pop. “Not at all….”

Recovering, Frill returned to her smiling and laughed. “ I can take it! All in good fun! All jokes and fun!”

“Aye, of course…~ You know plenty of jokes, don’t you? Now learn some manners, staring is unbecoming…~”

“I’m sorry, Miss Morrigan! I’ll do that.”

Frill won’t forget that. Her dads should know better. She is the best. Superior to all the others. She’s perfect. They are just… wrong. But that can be rectified. It can be fixed. Nothing less than perfection.

Competition should not exist. Should not be allowed to exist. Thusly, should die. Pop. It could all be rectified in the end.

Maeve isn’t here to tell Frill oppressing people on the internet is bad.

Snickers.

Be nice, MaeMae. It’s not Frill’s fault you have no sex life. Besides, she brought you a gift. A hair bow.

It was a rich burgundy. Frill was never one to give gifts, so hopefully it would be to Maeve’s liking…

Like always.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Small arms wrap around @EsurientSoul and lock her into a soft embrace, burying her face into the woman’s side, Frill beams girlishly. Innocently. “Happy Mother’s Day!” The words sound foreign on her tongue but genuine. How kind.

👄

Frankly if she cannot have nice things, no one can.