Mistzir? Hera closed the door to the bathroom behind them, and strutted over to the counter hoping to find the girl in the black dress again. They still walked in a straight line, and when she said “Darling dearest?” hoping she would appear again the words came out flawless, they felt unaffected, composed, even. It was fine though, they supposed, as long as they got to have fun. The thought of that made her smile, having fun- mostly sober! Life has never been like that, hopefully it could be. However, there was still that consistent doubt that exists inside their mind.
Their phone dinged, and she didn’t expect it to be anything good. Blue Royalty, they saw and rolled their eyes. They never had anything good to say, unless there was some sort of ulterior motive of sorts.
Regardless of whatever they thought of Blue Royalty, what they came to find about herself in the post was far worse than she could have expected. it’s not as bad as having sex with someone you just met… don’t forget Hera and Charlie, there are eyes everywhere. The thought echoed in her head, the vast space of her mind clear except for that one detail. She couldn’t even register in their mind that the girl’s name was Charlie and they finally knew it. This wasn’t how they wanted to hear it. Not at all. F$ck this. They thought, serving another shot, taking it straight to the back of their throat. Nothing was going to make her wince right now. They were going to find out whoever spread the information, if it was the last thing that they did. And they were going to ruin them.
Hera charged through the house, looking for the guy that walked in on them when they stumbled upon Charlie and a brunette with nice legs screaming at eachother with drinks on their clothes. Perhaps the alcohol was taking an effect, just because they would usually not involve their feelings in an argument like this. But at the moment, watching that sExy bEAsT HAHAHA CHARLIE BE LIKE, tHaT wOmAN iS a MoDeL coME oN girl take advantage of her lover (who will always be innocent to them, even if she’s guilty), set them ablaze. “Shut the f*ck up. You have no right to speak to Charlie that way” They stated without regards to the name usage, walking up to into their discussion that felt as though it were being broadcasted to the world, recording the two of them in an arena created by their own mistakes.
This was where they began to regress to the person they used to be.
Actually, you know what They thought to themselves, looking down to the sweet girls’ soaked, dripping dress with a hunger in their eyes, a need to make her suffer. It was not a want, nor a need, but instinct. Nobody messes with her friends. Her family. They’ve felt like this before. They’ve seen their birth mother suffer by the hands of a stranger. They have been silent. But they didn’t want to hold their tongue, or their fist.
Without hesitation, she tore down the girl’s dress. They couldn’t smile, they couldn’t react. They just watched the flowing top fall apart, her drunk #ss placing a hand over her eyes when the boobies fell out. They fought back a smile at their own behavior.
creds to mad @Madilfill for the dialogue cos im too shy to EVER speak like that but hera isnt so
@Andi @aesthetic
