07-24-2017, 08:17 PM
The petite witch shifted her weight on her bare feet and scowled uncomfortably as the conversation continued. Memories and less-than-proud moments were pulled from the past. She glanced quickly to Will (the Keeper, she thought) when talk of the 'spirit world' came up, then down to her toes when Ned tucked his hand to the back of his neck and the moment hung awkward and uncomfortable.
That passed, and she breathed a breath she hoped to be cleansing and dusted her fingertips off on the denim hips of her shorts. She'd parted her lips to say something at last, but it was a half-beat after Doc had already started talking so she quieted and glanced between him and Will now instead. Scolded and told that he wasn't really going to murder by the good Doc, Margot flicked her gaze down and twisted the hem of her shirt between her knuckles.
The moment passed, and she looked around between the lot again before realizing the moment was waiting on her. Part of her, the part born of flesh and earth, was a little bothered by the sense that much weight in this decision seemed to ride on her shoulders. Another part, the one born of flame and blood, swelled pleased with the thought-- a Goddess of Victory hummed reminders of past lives and places at battlefronts and skull-adorned thrones, and all of them liked recognition and calling the shots.
Margot wasn't any of them (yet). She cleared her throat and blushed uncomfortably and wrinkled her nose.
"I said I'm okay with it. Just wish you would've gone about it another, less abrupt way...."
That passed, and she breathed a breath she hoped to be cleansing and dusted her fingertips off on the denim hips of her shorts. She'd parted her lips to say something at last, but it was a half-beat after Doc had already started talking so she quieted and glanced between him and Will now instead. Scolded and told that he wasn't really going to murder by the good Doc, Margot flicked her gaze down and twisted the hem of her shirt between her knuckles.
The moment passed, and she looked around between the lot again before realizing the moment was waiting on her. Part of her, the part born of flesh and earth, was a little bothered by the sense that much weight in this decision seemed to ride on her shoulders. Another part, the one born of flame and blood, swelled pleased with the thought-- a Goddess of Victory hummed reminders of past lives and places at battlefronts and skull-adorned thrones, and all of them liked recognition and calling the shots.
Margot wasn't any of them (yet). She cleared her throat and blushed uncomfortably and wrinkled her nose.
"I said I'm okay with it. Just wish you would've gone about it another, less abrupt way...."