Thread: Two Belles of the Ball on a Stage Too Small - ( Erebus & Crescent )

Wrinkling her brow lightly, Lily could only pause and contemplate just what she would achieve from dealing with this immature little hussy. The acrid smell of smoke and nicotine should have been enough to turn her away, perhaps bark some nonesense about ruining lungs but ultimately put an end to her attempts at forming, at the very least, a cordial relationship with her co-star. The brooding silence had that vein at her temple throbbing slightly as she tapped her fingers against her cool skin, pursing her lips and glancing at the crumbling brick wall holding Jean upright. There was no way to tell what the other woman was thinking, not that Lily worked particularly hard in trying to dicipher the miniscule reactions. All she knew was that her presence was as much unwelcome as the situation was. I figured I'd try and be the bigger person here, Lily shrugged, her response delivered in an equally monotonous tone as her counterpart. Truthfully, it took a lot of her willpower and more not to fall into the snarky attitude she was so accustomed to when coming into contact with people like Jean. She glanced down at the dead cigarette, the blackened stain on the ground matching that of many others she could spy all down the alleyway. She wondered, briefly, just how many belonged to the woman in front of her. Her eyes wandered back up, not to Jean's face but to her neckline, then past her ears. I fit the part just as much as you do, she replied with a slight wrinkle of her nose. It was hard not to feel offended at that. She was proud of her talents and achievements and if there was one thing she wouldn't take lying down, it was any affront to her acting abilities. If anything, your disgusting attitude should've been enough to have you kicked out. Lily turned as Jean continued, the frame of the door digging almost right down her spine uncomfortably, her shoulder facing the woman now as she folded her arms. She had half a mind to kick away the concrete and lock Jean out. If anything, she'd have to pass by her to get back inside. Because you know me so well, she replied sardonically. It was a criticism she'd heard many times before and hearing it from another voice didn't make it all the more true. She couldn't deny that it was difficult to portray much emotion outside of play-acting, and it was partially the reason why she pursued such a career in the first place. Working off a script, being told explicitly how she should act, it was all easier than figuring things out for herself. Of course, she'd never voice the truth aloud, especially not to her . She sighed and rubbed the side of her neck as Jean went through the motions of acting like she didn't care. Look, I'm not here to start a fight, okay? Her fingers curled against her skin, manicured nails scratching at the goosebumps gently. We're going to have to share this part, and neither of us are going to back out. Lily's eyes remained fixated on the door in front of her. Her teeth pulled in a glossed lower lip, chewing on it slightly before releasing the flesh for another heckled sigh. So either we try to meet somewhere in the middle or we'll just have to make do with tearing each other's throats out at every opportunity. Finally, she threw a glance at Jean, her lighter eyes boring into her co-star's without hesitation. I'm not averse to the idea, but I'd rather not. Too much energy for too little gain, I'm sure you understand.