Chapter 27: Boytoy or... Girltoy? (1)
"Figuring out my identity, huh?..." Verena took a deep breath. "First of all, I hate this world. Everyone has the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon! I swear, if one more person dramatically gasps at Destiny and Fate like they're some omnipotent matchmaker, I'm going to throw myself into a black hole on purpose."
Beatrice blinked, but Verena wasn't done.
"Everything is so restrictive! 'Oh, you must follow the stars!' 'Oh, you must accept your preordained fate!' How about—no?" She gestured wildly. "I just want to live my life, see the world, maybe stab Fate in the face if it even thinks about screwing me over again—"
She paced back and forth now, fully in rant mode. "Actually, no! I don't just want to stab it! I want to see it! I want to understand it! And then, most importantly, I want to punch it right in the face for all the absolute nonsense it's put me through!"
Verena barely had time to process Beatrice's stunned expression before the world around her shifted.
For a split second, she felt something shift inside her.
A strange pull, an instinctual threading of energy she hadn't known she possessed.
The wooden library table, the glow of candlelight, Beatrice's slightly annoyed expression- everything was still there, but layered with something else.
Glowing threads.