things are never as they seem

Beatrix

Beatrix snorted, nostrils flaring. "I guess I can do nice." He certainly had never been good at being nice, even as a boy. She was used to charming her way into people's good graces, though that charm would certainly be different now.

When he asked after a title, she shrugged, a light movement, "I dunno," she wasn't sure if she was interested in a title, though she supposed she'd need one if she was helping him... The silence was comfortable, familiar, even if she wasn't entirely used to Jace's new demeanor. Even if she was still trying to piece together her memories, with gaps missing throughout.

Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.

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