when you come for me i keep on flourishing
"SPEECH"
Tense. All she ever is these days, is tense. Poison Ivy, after all, is her entire aesthetic. Her skin twitches as if shooing a fly, wishing that he’d bug off as well. This was not the time, in Ivy’s mind, for idle chatter. Idle does not do her well. She’s a bit petulant, but that’s not the worst thing she could be. Could have been more hostile.
And maybe that’s where this was headed. The child was her age, but Ivy found herself convinced he’d never been taught any manners… or anything else. At least he was keeping his distance. Well shit. A step backwards, one ear flickering back. She wouldn’t withhold her annoyance, her eye rolling. Though this child was her age, he clearly didn’t have the upbringing.
Ivy had been raised by a heavy hand and an iron fist. That was why she’d gone from there, after all. Gone far, throwing herself into the sea, and never looking back. Fuckers. They didn’t deserve her, anyway. Maybe she didn’t deserve a family… nope, that was the demons talking. She wouldn’t entertain that line of thought much longer. Just long enough to make herself feel sick to her stomach.
Ironclad. He speaks like it’s an announcement. "You are loud." It’s matter of fact, watching his face for a reaction. He’s still smiling. Ivy’s scowl didn’t waver. "Nowhere." It was true. She didn’t live anywhere right now. Tinuvel, Ivy rolls the word around in her head. It’s different, strange, too delicate to be the speech of her homeland. Nowhere to call home, and nothing to anyone. That’s what she needed, after all.
Ivy would not offer her name. It was too much power to give a stranger, at least without being asked. Too dangerous. Not an option. It’s taking all she can, right now, to offer the barest in social graces. She would volunteer nothing.
mix - two - dappled buckskin - mare
nothing to anyone