[ She is not unaccustomed to being stared at, and it was something she grew to use as a weapon. The fear in humans' eyes, the disgust, the horror: she took these things, made them useful to her. Let them stare, let them see her as a source of terror. She delighted in it, welcomed it. It gave her power over them. It was what they deserved.
Here, the stares are not.... afraid, not generally. They are mostly curious, and Maleficent is not so sure how to react to them. For the most part, she ignores them out of a lack of knowing how to otherwise respond: ironically, it is easier to be met with abhorrence. She knows how to react to that.
She catches sight of the man staring at her, eyes flicked upwards for a moment over her shoulder. He stands out in his own ways: very tall, with that long hair of his, an ethereal silver. She ignores him too, at first, taking her time until her shoes are properly off (and she just leaves them there in the middle of the floor, unconcerned with having much manners of her own). Maleficent gives her wings a bit of a stretch before they fold inwards again as she stands up straight. Finally, she turns towards the man, taking in the odd slit in his eyes. Interesting. ]
If you stare at them for a little longer, they do tricks. [ It's said with a curve of her red mouth: not playful, but sarcastic, cold, her eyes humourless. ]
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Here, the stares are not.... afraid, not generally. They are mostly curious, and Maleficent is not so sure how to react to them. For the most part, she ignores them out of a lack of knowing how to otherwise respond: ironically, it is easier to be met with abhorrence. She knows how to react to that.
She catches sight of the man staring at her, eyes flicked upwards for a moment over her shoulder. He stands out in his own ways: very tall, with that long hair of his, an ethereal silver. She ignores him too, at first, taking her time until her shoes are properly off (and she just leaves them there in the middle of the floor, unconcerned with having much manners of her own). Maleficent gives her wings a bit of a stretch before they fold inwards again as she stands up straight. Finally, she turns towards the man, taking in the odd slit in his eyes. Interesting. ]
If you stare at them for a little longer, they do tricks. [ It's said with a curve of her red mouth: not playful, but sarcastic, cold, her eyes humourless. ]