Lore smirked when the girl asked how she almost burnt the house down, “I’m actually half witch on my mother’s side.” She joked, “On a more ‘serious’ note when I was born, my mom was burning something and her water broke, my family rushed to the hospital and the fire?” Lorelai shook her head, “It was still fcking burning. Almost destroyed my family manor and all, but fortunately for us there was a maid who saw the fire.” Lore explained, like it was some sort of ‘oopsie’ thing that everybody has gone through- maybe house fire’s were more uncommon than what Lore thought. Growing up, Lore thought that it was not mere coincidence that she was a ‘fire’ child, and she knows its going to sound crazy but when you’re rich and hot a little touch of insanity is allowed, right? Yeah. Moreover, Lore felt like her being a fire child represented that she was going to be something big in the future, something big enough to destroy or rebirth an idea or thing but Lore didn’t know quite what that thing would be. She had hoped that whatever it is though, it would be rebirth- rebirth a new idea or thing and make her family proud instead of the other one. Destroying sounded slightly good she wasn’t going to lie, the power that could come from destroying sounded nice (ok she was a little power hungry but what else could a woman in this world want if not power?) but she feared that it would mean destroying the Georgina lineage or anything concerning those she cares about, so she’s just hoping for rebirth. Superstitious? yeah but again she was Lore, her nickname literally meant myths, don’t blame her blame the situations.
“It probably means I’ll burn something in the future, like some of this castle’s ugly decorations and furniture” Lore said staring at an old, really old furniture (probably existed the time when nomads would roam) in front of her. She shouldn’t really be talking, her family has one of those things, but at least they kept it in the basement. She turned to look at the honey-blonde curly haired girl, “Don’t tell the royal family I said that.” She grinned.
“M-argo” Lore repeated with a small fond smile and a nod, “That’s a really cool name and the pleasure is all mine. I thought I would d!e of boredom in this palace before my 20s came in.” Lore could really not understand why anyone would want to live in this palace (that was a lie, she could perfectly understand for a lot of reasons, but a hater shalt always be a hater, no one will catch Lore lacking in that department.) “I would have of course occupied myself with archery, but I fear my boredom could lead me to do treason, do you like archery, Margo?” What Lore meant by that is that she feared that if she was too bored and repetitively did archery, she would come to dislike it, which would be like treason to herself. She hated repetition, she always needed something ‘new’ in her life. After all she wasn’t a cat, this was her only life.
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