Posted over 1 year ago
"I did you a favor, is what. You can express your immeasurable gratitude by leaving me alone for the rest of the night." A deeply set scowl accompanied the muttered words of disdain, accentuated her cold tone. Admittedly, friendliness was not the witch's strongest suit. She was a woman with limited patience, low tolerance, and a short temper who did not care to be tested or toyed with. The dark-haired man lying on the floor positively irked her. Her fingertips tingled with a ready, burning energy, but she pressed them into her palms. It was too exhausting to deal with him, and as he only came on even more strongly when she tried, it was useless.
The dirty wooden floor creaked as Mag pressed her feet against the old boards, padding over to the spot he now occupied. He was slightly less annoying now that he was nearly sober and was keeping his distance, but she doubted it would last. Long tendrils of dark hair #### #### her narrow shoulders as she leaned over him almost curiously, prodding his bare side with the tip of her cane. "Well, don't you just ask all the wrong questions? I would say I was surprised that you don't bother to wonder who I am, if I hold any ill will against you, or if I have any motive turn you in--but honestly, knowing you, that would be a lie. You must have done something extraordinarily stupid for them to be after you like this." Arching her eyebrows as if daring him to claim otherwise, her blank eyes drifting over his person, seemingly inspecting him, before abruptly darting to another direction. "Exceptionally," she repeated softly, stepping over him and snagging the single blanket off the bed, donning the rough covering like a queenly cloak as she crossed over him again. She allowed the cane to knock against the side of his head as she passed and returned to her previous spot, fidgeting in search of a comfortable position. It was immature, she knew, but it granted her a small shred of pleasure that was hard to come by as of late.
She finally found this comfort in the dusty little crook of the window seat, curling up tightly in order to fit. The slurred mumblings coming from the ground were fitting of a child, though they were more bearable than his earlier ramblings. Her head cocked to the side as she listened, pushed past the incoherent murmurs, bared her ears to the hum of his thoughts out of what she told herself was morbid curiosity. "Not much there, I see. Only what could be expected," she added under her breath, drawing herself out. Not surprisingly, he was exactly the type he appeared to be, as far as she had cared to look. It was almost comforting to know he was nothing that couldn't be handled. "You would do well to stay on your side of the room, and to leave me and my belongings alone." Raising a foot dirtied with the dust that had blanketed the floor to ward him off, her mouth twisted into a small, distrustful frown. The two were stuck together for the night, forced into a tiny room by a storm--it didn't mean they had to like each other. "Touch anything that doesn't belong to you and I promise to knock your empty head clean off your shoulders."