ＤｅＶｉｌ

❛—ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 is 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 and all the 𝙳 𝙴 𝚅 𝙸 𝙻 𝚂 are 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖❜ --- Cruella DeVil ~ Experienced Writer ~ Ships with Chem┊ ♡ + ↺

"You didn't witness the spectacle?"

So is she human, or a hammer? But, if being sociable means Cruella will find an answer, she will happily oblige. "Hello darling! What brings you to town?"

She's surprised a hammer needs company - how can the object feel?

Pretty sure the library might need rebuilding

Last night was one to remember; -- Staring blankly toward the flame as it engulfed the library. Nobody was inside, but no matter. It was thrilling non-the-less. Her eyes reflecting the bright orange, she nonchalantly lit a cigarette. -- Now it's time to wake up.

"You're an adult darling, you can do what you want"

"Because you can't eat cereal?"

Someone's pouty

"First a sword and now a hammer... Since when did inanimate objects manifest themselves into human beings?"

Impersonating the one woman who DeVil despised . . . fetching. "Well, whomever or whatever you are, you seem invested in my observation of the Queen" A brow raised: "What's your relationship with her exactly?"

Now that was a surprise: "So, what? You're made of steel? Can bring the bravest of men to their knees?"

Ah; the blonde. "If it isn't the Saviour... or Dark One... or whatever you call yourself these days" It was hard to keep up.

Cruella sighed at Regina's quick judgement: "Darling, calm down. I know your hormones are askew, but I thought /you/ would be the last to judge a book by its cover"

"Mutts. . .?!" How offensive: "No darling, the dogs that people are fearful to even touch" Her gaze averted to the sky: "Alsatians, Dobermann, German Shepard..." A pause: "Dalmatian"

"Yes. . . I believe I have" She stated coyly, her smirk failing to hide her obvious attraction to the new tenant: "I sense that she may be part of a coven, outside of her usual 'Dark One' antics" Taking off her fur, Cruella sat down: "What say you about her darling?"