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xTheir reunion was a moment frozen in time. When their eyes met everything else became a mere blur, the dull roar of the crowd regressing into white noise as the music swelled with the beating of her heart. They matched each otherâs pace, meeting one another at the bottom of the stairs, and just like that, Liza finally felt at peace. Othello had that effect on her, in a way no one else did. With just one look, her tumultuous thoughts of failure and ineptitude flitted away on butterflyâs wings, her stomach light with their fluttering. Othello looked at her like she was his entire world, and Liza let herself believe it. For a moment the two of them just looked at one another, soaking up one another's presence in all its splendor. Letting them look their fill, Liza took the opportunity to admire their beloved up close.
xEven without the masquerade mask, Othello was hard to miss in a crowd, much to her lover's chagrin. Tonight, they seemed to stand out more than anyone. Perhaps it was the power they now wielded - being a member of the Order was no same thing - or maybe it was the way they glistened with every subtle shift of their body. Liza had wondered if all that sparkling was just her imagination; turns out it was the work of little jewels adorning their suit, giving off a reflective quality that even rivaled the bright glow of Othello's hair. Here they were, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, a flute of champagne for the both of them and that same adoring look in their eyes. She hid hers well in the public eye, but she knew that once they were alone she would look just as besotted as they.
xTaking a glass with her armored hand, Liza offered the other to Othello, allowing them to lead her to the dance floor if they wished. âI wouldnât miss it for the world, darling.â she tells them, her voice like a purr, âItâs not every day I get to see you all dressed up like this.â
xOthello gladly took Lizaâs hand in theirs, flashing her a brief but genuine grin, âWell, soak it in. Iâm going to ditch the jacket once things pick up.â It would be much easier to slip into the background without a suit jacket literally encrusted with little jewels. It was a very dazzling piece, and it was suitable for the occasion, but Othello had already had more than enough attention for the evening. They upended the champagne, finishing off the flute in one drink, then smoothly handed it off to a server walking past collecting empty glasses.
xAfter a few seconds to work out the internal jitters (though externally none of it would be evident to most, perhaps a few extra glances around the room, slightly tense shoulders. Otto was very good at behaving very normally), he turned to Liza, an expectant look already on his face, âWould you indulge me and share a dance with me, Miss Radomir?â He was already leading her to the dance floor, but it was polite to ask rather than just assume.
xHer refined brow rose in both surprise and amusement as Othello downed the champagne in one gulp, shaking off his nerves after ridding themself of the empty glass. Liza liked to count herself one of the lucky ones, being able to see the little ticks that showed just how anxious her beloved was in a crowd. She finished her own drink in one smoother gulp, taking her time to admire the jacket after being told they'd be rid of it as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Discarding her own glass on a passing tray, Liza followed them onto the dancefloor, her movements as graceful as ever. "It would be my genuine pleasure," she replied, pressing her body against theirs, her armored hand resting gently against the crook of their neck, "A dance, a drink, a night of passionâŠ" Liza mused, happy to be led by her beloved. "Every moment shared with you is an indulgence, starlight."
xOthello smiled; Lizaâs sentiment was one he could easily share. Every moment with her was a moment well spent, and he would collect them until she had none left to give or decided he was no longer worthy of them. Whichever came first. They rested a hand on her waist, drawing up her free hand in their own, âYou flatter me,â Otto said, flatly, matter-of-factly, but not unpleased. Othello loved the quiet praises she would shower on them. They didnât know what else to say, and like most moments where they felt unsure, they let their actions speak for them as they started to lead Liza across the dancefloor, looking up at her with that puppy-like adoration in their eyes all the while.
xEven without the masquerade mask, Othello was hard to miss in a crowd, much to her lover's chagrin. Tonight, they seemed to stand out more than anyone. Perhaps it was the power they now wielded - being a member of the Order was no same thing - or maybe it was the way they glistened with every subtle shift of their body. Liza had wondered if all that sparkling was just her imagination; turns out it was the work of little jewels adorning their suit, giving off a reflective quality that even rivaled the bright glow of Othello's hair. Here they were, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, a flute of champagne for the both of them and that same adoring look in their eyes. She hid hers well in the public eye, but she knew that once they were alone she would look just as besotted as they.
xTaking a glass with her armored hand, Liza offered the other to Othello, allowing them to lead her to the dance floor if they wished. âI wouldnât miss it for the world, darling.â she tells them, her voice like a purr, âItâs not every day I get to see you all dressed up like this.â
xOthello gladly took Lizaâs hand in theirs, flashing her a brief but genuine grin, âWell, soak it in. Iâm going to ditch the jacket once things pick up.â It would be much easier to slip into the background without a suit jacket literally encrusted with little jewels. It was a very dazzling piece, and it was suitable for the occasion, but Othello had already had more than enough attention for the evening. They upended the champagne, finishing off the flute in one drink, then smoothly handed it off to a server walking past collecting empty glasses.
xAfter a few seconds to work out the internal jitters (though externally none of it would be evident to most, perhaps a few extra glances around the room, slightly tense shoulders. Otto was very good at behaving very normally), he turned to Liza, an expectant look already on his face, âWould you indulge me and share a dance with me, Miss Radomir?â He was already leading her to the dance floor, but it was polite to ask rather than just assume.
xHer refined brow rose in both surprise and amusement as Othello downed the champagne in one gulp, shaking off his nerves after ridding themself of the empty glass. Liza liked to count herself one of the lucky ones, being able to see the little ticks that showed just how anxious her beloved was in a crowd. She finished her own drink in one smoother gulp, taking her time to admire the jacket after being told they'd be rid of it as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Discarding her own glass on a passing tray, Liza followed them onto the dancefloor, her movements as graceful as ever. "It would be my genuine pleasure," she replied, pressing her body against theirs, her armored hand resting gently against the crook of their neck, "A dance, a drink, a night of passionâŠ" Liza mused, happy to be led by her beloved. "Every moment shared with you is an indulgence, starlight."
xOthello smiled; Lizaâs sentiment was one he could easily share. Every moment with her was a moment well spent, and he would collect them until she had none left to give or decided he was no longer worthy of them. Whichever came first. They rested a hand on her waist, drawing up her free hand in their own, âYou flatter me,â Otto said, flatly, matter-of-factly, but not unpleased. Othello loved the quiet praises she would shower on them. They didnât know what else to say, and like most moments where they felt unsure, they let their actions speak for them as they started to lead Liza across the dancefloor, looking up at her with that puppy-like adoration in their eyes all the while.
xSilence between them was comfortable, they didnât have to fill it as they danced, but there were still thoughts that plagued his mind. How was she handling not being chosen? He knew she wanted it badly, and it must have been like a slap in the face to be passed up for the honor. They were overjoyed for Jupiter, but knew that, perhaps, Liza may have felt the sting of rejection more deeply than some. Was being in the order going to complicate things between them? If things were going to change for the worse, Othello wasnât sure they wanted to hear it. âLiza, I,â They paused, scanning her face for signs of emotion before they continued, âI wanted to thank you.â He was sure it couldnât have been easy to be there, and though heâd already expressed that he was glad to see her there, he needed to express a gratitude as well, âI find so much comfort in your presence,â They were speaking softly, just to her, âThis is overwhelming, and until Iâve had enough drinks to see me through, Iâm glad to have you.â
xLiza took no offense to the flatness in their tone, knowing it wasn't for lack of emotion but rather a lack of reply. It didn't surprise her; she knew them well enough to know it was all they could do surrounded by so many people. Their affections were often saved for the privacy of their own bedrooms, but tonight was a special occasion. She may still feel the sting of not being chosen, but for the moment it was tempered by the immense pride she felt for Othello. She lost herself in the dance, letting herself be led through the crowd with nothing but trust and devotion in her pale eyes. She let herself be turned, spun, and lifted. Her smile brightened as they both swayed with the ebb and flow of the music, her train billowing around her feet every now and then to reveal a flash of red at the bottom of her heels.
xWhen Othello spoke again, Liza's gaze narrowed to meet theirs, having been lost in the intricate details of their face in the moments prior. They expressed their gratitude again, but in a different way, thanking her for being their support through all of this. In many ways, Liza could express the same sentiment. Rejection hung over her head like a dark cloud, and has since the moment Jupiter was announced as the Fire Elementalist. Othello was her own little ray of sunshine, breaking through the grey and bringing her into the light. She couldn't say as much without running the risk of ruining this special night for them, directing the attention on her when the moment was theirs. "You don't have to thank me, Othello." she thought aloud, keeping nothing from them, "My actions aren't entirely selfless, you know. Your presence is more a comfort to me than you realize. If a distraction is what I can provide for you then I'll do my best to make sure I have your attention." The last statement she said with a smirk, a sly little gesture like that of a vixen.
xA sense of pride swelled in Othelloâs chest, and they fixed Liza with a bright grin. In that moment, the idea that they could be a comfort to her felt like more than enough to get them through the evening. He was glad for his mask, as it could perhaps hide some of the red that bloomed across his cheeks when Liza smirked like that. She knew what she did to him. âOh, trust me,â They said, leaning in to speak into her ear, âYouâve held my attention for years.â Truly, Othello often wished that Liza would let him love her or let him go, but they were unwilling to tell her as much. Having her in their life, even if they only got her in fragments, was more important than having something to hold onto and call real. Maybe that was strange, or maybe thatâs how Othello knew they were really in love.
xThey spun her; it was playful, maybe a bit flashier than they would have liked, but if there was anyone who deserved for them to step out of their comfort zone to be properly adored it was her. If there was a moment that Othello could suspend in time and keep forever, this might be what he would choose. It was peaceful and wonderful, and everything to them. Holding Liza close, gliding along to the music just after being announced and welcomed into the order. It felt like a moment out of a movie, and to Otto it didnât quite feel real yet.
xThe song sounded like it was winding down, and Othello knew that they had no right to, but they wanted to monopolize Lizaâs entire evening. Instead, he asked, âWhat other plans do you have tonight?â Othello wasnât big on small talk, so this was really his way of asking âhow long do I have you?â without having to be terribly blunt. Yelizaveta could handle it, of course, but Otto was always trying not to seem too attached.
xYelizaveta had always been loath to admit that what she had with Othello qualified as a relationship, but it was exactly that. One-sided as it may be in some aspects. She genuinely cared for them, doted on them as any typical 'girlfriend' might, but she was hesitant to let herself be wholly theirs. What they had was open ended, the both of them free to be with anyone they wanted, but it ended up being much more than just two people who frequently sleep together. There were feelings involved, the likes of which Yelizaveta had never felt for another person. It was new and exciting and a little frightening. Finding out that she still had the capacity to hold someone in her heart in such a way was a surprise in and of itself, but to come to terms with it was something else entirely. It left her feeling vulnerable, like her emotions had been exposed for the world to see. Anyone else would've taken advantage of that, pressed her or manipulated her to satisfy their own means. Not Othello. If Liza had the potential to fall for anyone, she was glad it was them.
xOf course she knew how they felt about her, how eager they were to take their relationship to the next step and actually be something. Anyone with eyes could see that. It almost broke her heart to deny them, but she knew she would only break theirs even more if she were to let them in. She couldn't do that to them. Liza knew it was selfish, stringing them along like this. If she were a better person she would let them go, let them be happy with someone who could actually love them the way they deserved, but she couldn't. She wanted them in her life too much, cared for them too much, relied on them too much to keep her happy. It was an emotional dependency that she hadn't counted on and now she couldn't let it go⊠despite knowing Othello would probably be better for it.
xEven now she was keeping them all to herself, garnering all of their attention while their friends were likely getting drunk at the bar. As the music faded, their dance came to an end, but neither of them pulled away. They asked her what she had planned for the evening, and Liza knew of only one thing she wanted for certain. "Oh darling my plans for tonight won't start until after the party is over," she told them, her voice as sultry as her smile, "You have me at your mercy until I have you at mine."
xâThatâs a dangerous thing to say, Yelizaveta.â He said her first name with all the tenderness he usually reserved for such occasions, âIâll be glued to your side all evening.â Othello led her off the dancefloor, feeling the need for a break from all of that. They remembered that theyâd gotten a text earlier, but had been too preoccupied with Liza to check it. âExcuse me,â They said, aware that it was a little rude to go checking their phone while they were supposed to be with Liza.
xTheir brows knit together when they looked at the text, and they glanced briefly around the room. Jupiter taking his picture didnât bother him, but it did make him think she might want him to talk to her. âLiza,â They said, turning to look her right in the eyes, âI need to talk to Jupiter,â This was two fold- a warning and a question, âWould you like to join me?â They were giving her an out, if it was going to be too painful for her. Hopefully their intentions would come across properly; they were still mastering the art of subtlety.
xHearing her name spoken so affectionately, watching those pale lips form every syllable with such intent, made her preen like a spoiled house cat finally getting the attention they were after. Liza was led off the dancefloor with the promise of their company. It put a smile on her face, one that didn't falter when they excused themself to check their phone. In truth she almost felt giddy, getting to dance with her beloved in such a public setting. The butterflies in her stomach made her feel as though she were walking on air, putting an almost serene expression on the usually stoic woman's face. It only slipped when Othello turned to her again, telling her they had to go talk to Jupiter. Liza crashed right back down to earth at the mere mention of the fire witch's name.
xAlmost immediately she felt contempt, jealousy turning her mood sour as her armored hand balled up into a fist at her side. She could feel herself spiraling back into the same mindset she'd been in when she'd been a protégé, when Jupiter began learning magic at a much faster rate than her. In a way, she must've known this would be the end result, Jupiter being rewarded with a seat in The Order and Liza watching on the sidelines as she struggles to keep her magic under control. Realizing she'd gone too long without saying anything, Liza snapped herself out of her own deprecation, meeting her lover's gaze apologetically, slipping on an amicable mask. "Of course I would, darling," she said, her voice giving nothing away, "After all, congratulations are in order."
xIt was subtle, maybe, how Liza cycled through her emotions. Othello knew her so well, though. He waited a short moment, as if telepathically asking if she was sure. There was a part of them that so badly wanted to kiss her, assure her that she was incredible and thank her all in one brief moment. But that was too much. He reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. They were so thankful for her, truly. âThank you,â He knew it wasnât easy for her to do, but a part of him hoped that, just maybe, his being there would help to soothe her.
xIn times like these, he liked to fool himself into thinking they could really be together one day. He knew they couldnât, he knew Liza too well, knew she wouldnât let herself let him in fully. Othello offered her their arm again, with a small smile. Oh, they were enjoying having her there with them. âI think,â he said, âYouâll probably be able to see them before me tonight.â She was taller than him in those heels, and he didnât mind it a bit.
xYelizaveta yearned to be kissed in that moment, to feel their gratitude on her tongue instead of merely hearing it leave their lips. They grabbed her hand instead, but even that small gesture was enough to ground her again, refocus her. It was incredibly really, the tumultuous emotions they put her through. Othello was her anchor and yet, when sheâs with them, sheâs over the moon with utter delight. How they managed to seize her heart so completely she would never know, but she knew for a fact that no amount of bitter resentment would keep her from giving them whatever they wanted. This was their night, and after stringing them along for as long as she has, they deserved that much. Liza took Othelloâs arm, her grin returning in full bloom as they commented on her height. Sheâd chosen six inch heels tonight, mostly to keep her train from dragging more than necessary, and it made her a few inches taller than her beloved. For someone as tall as they are, it must be quite amusing for them. Perhaps it was something she could integrate in her wardrobe more often, at least in the bedroom.
xâFollow me, my dear,â Yelizaveta said, âI know just where they are.â It didnât take much effort to weave her way through the crowd, especially with one of the new members of The Order. She didnât mind all the attention they were getting, in fact she almost reveled in it. She kept her head held high, her grip on Othelloâs arm just shy of possessive as they made their way over to the small group clustered at the bar. Liza walked right up to Shiloh and Jupiter with Othello in tow, holding Shiloh in her gaze while Othello spoke to Jupiter directly.
xâWhy are you taking creepy pictures of me?â Othello asked, receiving Lizaâs attention once more, her eyebrow cocked and her smile crooked as her curiosity got the better of her. Her eyes returned to Shiloh briefly, holding the young witchâs gaze before letting hers roam the length of her body, subtly admiring the eclectic attire the other woman chose for the night. Eventually she tore her attention away, looking to Jupiter to hear more about these âcreepy picturesâ her emotions tamed behind a mask of insouciance.
xLiza took no offense to the flatness in their tone, knowing it wasn't for lack of emotion but rather a lack of reply. It didn't surprise her; she knew them well enough to know it was all they could do surrounded by so many people. Their affections were often saved for the privacy of their own bedrooms, but tonight was a special occasion. She may still feel the sting of not being chosen, but for the moment it was tempered by the immense pride she felt for Othello. She lost herself in the dance, letting herself be led through the crowd with nothing but trust and devotion in her pale eyes. She let herself be turned, spun, and lifted. Her smile brightened as they both swayed with the ebb and flow of the music, her train billowing around her feet every now and then to reveal a flash of red at the bottom of her heels.
xWhen Othello spoke again, Liza's gaze narrowed to meet theirs, having been lost in the intricate details of their face in the moments prior. They expressed their gratitude again, but in a different way, thanking her for being their support through all of this. In many ways, Liza could express the same sentiment. Rejection hung over her head like a dark cloud, and has since the moment Jupiter was announced as the Fire Elementalist. Othello was her own little ray of sunshine, breaking through the grey and bringing her into the light. She couldn't say as much without running the risk of ruining this special night for them, directing the attention on her when the moment was theirs. "You don't have to thank me, Othello." she thought aloud, keeping nothing from them, "My actions aren't entirely selfless, you know. Your presence is more a comfort to me than you realize. If a distraction is what I can provide for you then I'll do my best to make sure I have your attention." The last statement she said with a smirk, a sly little gesture like that of a vixen.
xA sense of pride swelled in Othelloâs chest, and they fixed Liza with a bright grin. In that moment, the idea that they could be a comfort to her felt like more than enough to get them through the evening. He was glad for his mask, as it could perhaps hide some of the red that bloomed across his cheeks when Liza smirked like that. She knew what she did to him. âOh, trust me,â They said, leaning in to speak into her ear, âYouâve held my attention for years.â Truly, Othello often wished that Liza would let him love her or let him go, but they were unwilling to tell her as much. Having her in their life, even if they only got her in fragments, was more important than having something to hold onto and call real. Maybe that was strange, or maybe thatâs how Othello knew they were really in love.
xThey spun her; it was playful, maybe a bit flashier than they would have liked, but if there was anyone who deserved for them to step out of their comfort zone to be properly adored it was her. If there was a moment that Othello could suspend in time and keep forever, this might be what he would choose. It was peaceful and wonderful, and everything to them. Holding Liza close, gliding along to the music just after being announced and welcomed into the order. It felt like a moment out of a movie, and to Otto it didnât quite feel real yet.
xThe song sounded like it was winding down, and Othello knew that they had no right to, but they wanted to monopolize Lizaâs entire evening. Instead, he asked, âWhat other plans do you have tonight?â Othello wasnât big on small talk, so this was really his way of asking âhow long do I have you?â without having to be terribly blunt. Yelizaveta could handle it, of course, but Otto was always trying not to seem too attached.
xYelizaveta had always been loath to admit that what she had with Othello qualified as a relationship, but it was exactly that. One-sided as it may be in some aspects. She genuinely cared for them, doted on them as any typical 'girlfriend' might, but she was hesitant to let herself be wholly theirs. What they had was open ended, the both of them free to be with anyone they wanted, but it ended up being much more than just two people who frequently sleep together. There were feelings involved, the likes of which Yelizaveta had never felt for another person. It was new and exciting and a little frightening. Finding out that she still had the capacity to hold someone in her heart in such a way was a surprise in and of itself, but to come to terms with it was something else entirely. It left her feeling vulnerable, like her emotions had been exposed for the world to see. Anyone else would've taken advantage of that, pressed her or manipulated her to satisfy their own means. Not Othello. If Liza had the potential to fall for anyone, she was glad it was them.
xOf course she knew how they felt about her, how eager they were to take their relationship to the next step and actually be something. Anyone with eyes could see that. It almost broke her heart to deny them, but she knew she would only break theirs even more if she were to let them in. She couldn't do that to them. Liza knew it was selfish, stringing them along like this. If she were a better person she would let them go, let them be happy with someone who could actually love them the way they deserved, but she couldn't. She wanted them in her life too much, cared for them too much, relied on them too much to keep her happy. It was an emotional dependency that she hadn't counted on and now she couldn't let it go⊠despite knowing Othello would probably be better for it.
xEven now she was keeping them all to herself, garnering all of their attention while their friends were likely getting drunk at the bar. As the music faded, their dance came to an end, but neither of them pulled away. They asked her what she had planned for the evening, and Liza knew of only one thing she wanted for certain. "Oh darling my plans for tonight won't start until after the party is over," she told them, her voice as sultry as her smile, "You have me at your mercy until I have you at mine."
xâThatâs a dangerous thing to say, Yelizaveta.â He said her first name with all the tenderness he usually reserved for such occasions, âIâll be glued to your side all evening.â Othello led her off the dancefloor, feeling the need for a break from all of that. They remembered that theyâd gotten a text earlier, but had been too preoccupied with Liza to check it. âExcuse me,â They said, aware that it was a little rude to go checking their phone while they were supposed to be with Liza.
xTheir brows knit together when they looked at the text, and they glanced briefly around the room. Jupiter taking his picture didnât bother him, but it did make him think she might want him to talk to her. âLiza,â They said, turning to look her right in the eyes, âI need to talk to Jupiter,â This was two fold- a warning and a question, âWould you like to join me?â They were giving her an out, if it was going to be too painful for her. Hopefully their intentions would come across properly; they were still mastering the art of subtlety.
xHearing her name spoken so affectionately, watching those pale lips form every syllable with such intent, made her preen like a spoiled house cat finally getting the attention they were after. Liza was led off the dancefloor with the promise of their company. It put a smile on her face, one that didn't falter when they excused themself to check their phone. In truth she almost felt giddy, getting to dance with her beloved in such a public setting. The butterflies in her stomach made her feel as though she were walking on air, putting an almost serene expression on the usually stoic woman's face. It only slipped when Othello turned to her again, telling her they had to go talk to Jupiter. Liza crashed right back down to earth at the mere mention of the fire witch's name.
xAlmost immediately she felt contempt, jealousy turning her mood sour as her armored hand balled up into a fist at her side. She could feel herself spiraling back into the same mindset she'd been in when she'd been a protégé, when Jupiter began learning magic at a much faster rate than her. In a way, she must've known this would be the end result, Jupiter being rewarded with a seat in The Order and Liza watching on the sidelines as she struggles to keep her magic under control. Realizing she'd gone too long without saying anything, Liza snapped herself out of her own deprecation, meeting her lover's gaze apologetically, slipping on an amicable mask. "Of course I would, darling," she said, her voice giving nothing away, "After all, congratulations are in order."
xIt was subtle, maybe, how Liza cycled through her emotions. Othello knew her so well, though. He waited a short moment, as if telepathically asking if she was sure. There was a part of them that so badly wanted to kiss her, assure her that she was incredible and thank her all in one brief moment. But that was too much. He reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. They were so thankful for her, truly. âThank you,â He knew it wasnât easy for her to do, but a part of him hoped that, just maybe, his being there would help to soothe her.
xIn times like these, he liked to fool himself into thinking they could really be together one day. He knew they couldnât, he knew Liza too well, knew she wouldnât let herself let him in fully. Othello offered her their arm again, with a small smile. Oh, they were enjoying having her there with them. âI think,â he said, âYouâll probably be able to see them before me tonight.â She was taller than him in those heels, and he didnât mind it a bit.
xYelizaveta yearned to be kissed in that moment, to feel their gratitude on her tongue instead of merely hearing it leave their lips. They grabbed her hand instead, but even that small gesture was enough to ground her again, refocus her. It was incredibly really, the tumultuous emotions they put her through. Othello was her anchor and yet, when sheâs with them, sheâs over the moon with utter delight. How they managed to seize her heart so completely she would never know, but she knew for a fact that no amount of bitter resentment would keep her from giving them whatever they wanted. This was their night, and after stringing them along for as long as she has, they deserved that much. Liza took Othelloâs arm, her grin returning in full bloom as they commented on her height. Sheâd chosen six inch heels tonight, mostly to keep her train from dragging more than necessary, and it made her a few inches taller than her beloved. For someone as tall as they are, it must be quite amusing for them. Perhaps it was something she could integrate in her wardrobe more often, at least in the bedroom.
xâFollow me, my dear,â Yelizaveta said, âI know just where they are.â It didnât take much effort to weave her way through the crowd, especially with one of the new members of The Order. She didnât mind all the attention they were getting, in fact she almost reveled in it. She kept her head held high, her grip on Othelloâs arm just shy of possessive as they made their way over to the small group clustered at the bar. Liza walked right up to Shiloh and Jupiter with Othello in tow, holding Shiloh in her gaze while Othello spoke to Jupiter directly.
xâWhy are you taking creepy pictures of me?â Othello asked, receiving Lizaâs attention once more, her eyebrow cocked and her smile crooked as her curiosity got the better of her. Her eyes returned to Shiloh briefly, holding the young witchâs gaze before letting hers roam the length of her body, subtly admiring the eclectic attire the other woman chose for the night. Eventually she tore her attention away, looking to Jupiter to hear more about these âcreepy picturesâ her emotions tamed behind a mask of insouciance.