[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram, Library[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya]

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[i]Shadow witch?[/i]

She'd kill him, she swore. 

[quote=Gulliver]"Two of me? Preposterous. In the best of cases, somebody is illegally shapeshifting without written legal consent, and in the worst?"[/quote]

Ciara watched him lean forward, eyes narrowing with disgust. He was denying what she saw with her own eyes, plain as day. What on earth was this kid hiding? Why was it necessary to hide such a blinding truth?

[quote=Gulliver]"In the worst case, perhaps your eyes need adjusting. Perhaps the madness has already taken you, and everything you say or do from here on is the delusion of a madwoman the world forgot to cull. Was too soft, perhaps, to cull.”[/quote]

Ciara hissed through her teeth, bared in a snarl. He knew exactly where to strike. Knew exactly where it would hurt, what would send her off.

To add insult to injury, he lifted his book, and it was like she was looking at ‘Scented Pawns’ all over again, except this time It was a darker, more direct version. No romanticizing, just straight up killing the blasted thing she was so frustratingly associated with. 

This entire day, and the day before, it was entirely about ‘did this girl have ties to umbralism?’, ‘was she an umbralist?’ It made her sick to her stomach. The fuse was struck, and anger, unbridled, boiled up in her as she stared at Gulliver's smug smile.

[b]“[i]Famas![/i]”[/b]

Her thoughts a burning smudge, shadows snatched up the sword at the front desk, and shot toward her hand. Gripping the handle, she spun the blade, taking a step forward. She ended up with her nose brushing against Gulliver's, blade pressed against his throat as he sat prettily in his desk.

Her voice was low, guttural, through clenched teeth.

[b]“You have [i]no idea[/i] what I've gone through, what I've [i]suffered[/i]. Associate me with umbralism again. Come on-” [/b]She pressed the blade a little harder. [b]“-I dare you.”[/b]