Envy does not particularly care for Jackal.
Wanderer has tried to convince her of his wonderful character, but Envy remains unconvinced. Perhaps it’s the manner in which he behaves towards his friends, or perhaps it’s his inconsistent nature. Envy doesn’t dislike him, she has simply always felt as though a mutual friendship is unattainable; one of the trademark risks of childlike judgmentalism.
And now Wanderer is giving up.
As they sit at the long wooden table, separated by five feet of wood and two steaming mugs, Wanderer rolls her deep green eyes and mutters.
“I’ve stopped caring.”
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It's like Virginia Woolf meets Dianna Wynne Jones. Lovely ^.^ It's really quite brilliant. Again, your style and voice make it so engaging even though it's so short.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate that I know what this one's about.
ReplyDeleteit makes me feel kind of important.
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I'm entirely ridiculous.
and you are entirely talented.
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