You’re caught between two heads, Two haloes of light, one red, the other an utter absence of light, a loss. In a parallel universe, this is all naturally opposite. Two heads are caught between you. Perhaps you are an NHL
She Fires Blanks and Swallows Sugar Pills
When you are but the proto-villainess, nothing is at stake. You file yourself away, acquire the character of a red herring. You are too tweedy, too intellectual, too many words to be a danger to our heroine. You putz around