[The both of them are nowhere near the point where they understand each other yet. Iona understands this. She gets it. She gets it, but like the blockhead she is, she keeps finding herself wanting to clash with everything and everyone to feel alive. The witch burns brightly because the years ahead will be so very long.
It's not enough, it's never enough.
People will be gone one day. People will leave her and there's no strength in her that would help her keep them in her grasp. And yet...
She grins triumphantly at Claude putting her hands on her hips.]
Yup! Underestimating me is a grave mistake!
Get it?
[Monts returns to her place rolling her eyes, but smiling at Iona's terrible joke. It's charming in that overdone way.
Her happiness and her need to create happiness has always been that way. Hopeless, but charming.]
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It's not enough, it's never enough.People will be gone one day. People will leave her and there's no strength in her that would help her keep them in her grasp. And yet...
She grins triumphantly at Claude putting her hands on her hips.]
Yup! Underestimating me is a grave mistake!
Get it?
[Monts returns to her place rolling her eyes, but smiling at Iona's terrible joke. It's charming in that overdone way.
Her happiness and her need to create happiness has always been that way. Hopeless, but charming.]