#granddame of death > little miss murder

[genyyasafin]

(based on your response about someone calling her little miss murder to my ask also like i didn't edit this so it's really bad and i wrote it in your askbox h e l p)

cameras flashed at the sight of the lavender scythe, tracking her moves as she stalked up the steps. people watched her with fear. with suspicion. some with rabid interest.

but most watched with awe.

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"constantine."

"marie." he drawled, picking at his pastry. "i noticed you had quite a following as you came in."

she glared at him, stealing a biscuit off his plate. "i don't have a following."

"yes you do." the red-robed scythe sighed, tilting his head towards the crowd. "i have nothing against it. but maybe you should have―"

"thought about my actions? don't worry, i got the lecture from faraday."

he smirked, gazing back at the conclave. "mhm. i'm sure he got to the point."

she snorted, catching the crumbs in the palm of her hand. "yes, well i―"

"curie."

her eyes narrowed slightly at the approaching scythe, eyeing his purple robe. "edison."

he smiled nastily, raising his voice just enough to quiet the room. "i noticed your little gaggle outside. impressive, for an impressive woman. and an impressive feat."

"yes, it." she agreed. "it was a pity you weren't there to see it. i know how much you enjoy killing― i'm sorry, gleaning." she smiled, turning away.

his jaw twitched. "careful there, little miss."

"little what?" she spun back around, eyes sparking with anger.

he shook his head, the expression on his face almost pitying. "i suppose you haven't heard the names. little miss massacre is my favourite."

a look of astonishment crossed her face, followed by a fury gracing her elegant features. "call me that again, i dare you."

now a small laugh escaped his throat. the purple scythe was barely taller than her shoulder, yet still he commanded the room. "check your temper, little miss. we can't have another massacre at your hands, now can we?"

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i watched her try.

it was like a bloodstain, the names, the deeds. no matter how much she scrubbed at it, it would never fade.

i often wonder what would have happen had scythe constantine not intervened that day. at best, she would have resorted to yelling. at worst, her knives.

and if that had happen, we would have no granddame of death, now would we?

Oh my god I love this so much and IS THAT A THUNDERHEAD POV??? Also, I love how clearly this is young!Curie because her personality changes so much over time

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