ELOISE
"Do you even have a definition of pretty that doesn't just apply to ships?" The illusionist countered. She wanted to believe that under it all Jack was a softy, that there was some poetic side, a version of himself that looked at sunsets and sighed with longing. What she knew to be true though, was that under it all, there was just ash and bone and blood.
Biting the inside of her lip and nodding (Eloise having not fully gotten rid of her pathological need to be the top of her class, even if it was just she who was enrolled), she glanced towards the ledger. Giving him a flat stare, the illusionist tilted her head to the side accusingly. "Better than yours seeing as I can actually spell and other people can read the things I write."
Biting the inside of her lip and nodding (Eloise having not fully gotten rid of her pathological need to be the top of her class, even if it was just she who was enrolled), she glanced towards the ledger. Giving him a flat stare, the illusionist tilted her head to the side accusingly. "Better than yours seeing as I can actually spell and other people can read the things I write."
but hungry dogs are never loyal
