If she were him, nothing would have shaken her smirk for even a moment – but apparently he was not prepared for rudeness. Nor did he have much self-preservation, evidently; he had not hurried off after that, but had lingered long enough to rub in his victory. Porphyria raised an eyebrow at his boldness.

“Oh, I wouldn’t push your luck, Rumplestiltskin,” she deadpanned. (If he had been a smart-arse about it, that name would do for his, she had decided.) She waved her fingers at him in a shooing motion, twirling her wand contemplatively in her other hand – a threat of more where the thorns came from. “Run along back to the party while you can. I’ll weave a better web next time.” She would not be so generous with the escape; she would not make the same mistake again.

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a sublime set by Lady! <3

He was torn between staying and gloating (Cal hardly gloated, except when it was a particularly satisfying win). Eyeing her wand twirling in the air, he raised an eyebrow as his blank mask settled back into place. But instead of a reply, he heard the voice of one of his sisters over his shoulder. Rubbing his victory in would have to wait for the next time. He pushed off the post and sighed. “I'm expecting for it to be more complicated next time, then.” He relented with a nod of his head before turning (against his better instincts; he already didn’t think it wise for anyone to turn their backs on Miss Dempsey) and joining his sister.

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gorgeous set by mj <3