insufferableyouth:

[She’s bothered by the fact that he knows who she is but doesn’t make a notion of it, leaning against the backboard of her bed.]

  “Lucky—”

[She huffs at the word, anxious and annoyed as to why he would use such a word to describe her.]

  “Luck has nothing to do with it.”

[Why is she still talking to him?]

      _{“Of course it does!”}

  _{[ His voice is a cheery hum. ]}

      _{“No one just decides to have power.”}