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Masha Volkov

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a character in “villains”, as played by therealmcdreamy

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The start-time of the ball was beginning to creep up, and Jo hadn’t even gotten fully dressed yet. Sure, her hair was done, and she had her dress shirt and slacks on, but that was about it. Before she could finish getting ready, Kizzy arrived. Jo offered to take Kizzy suit shopping, and after it was fitted, she promised she’d help Kizzy get ready for everything. The shorter woman wanted desperately to look dashing, and Jo was an expert in that category. Jo was glad to help. It warmed her heart to see Kizzy so happy, and she was sure Kizzy would be even more elated once she was getting fawned over by a particular elf. Jo knew that was one of the few reasons she was at least a little excited to go to this ball: she got to see Lena, all dressed up and radiant as ever. They’d all been working so hard lately, and even though this wasn’t exactly a night for fun, it was a good excuse to feel good about looking so fancy.

Once Jo had Kizzy inside, she helped her into her own slacks and then her dress shirt. “Can you do up the buttons yourself? You have to make sure you button them evenly.” Jo spoke gently, a certain patient warmth in her tone. It was almost motherly. “Don’t worry about the sleeves. I can help you with them afterward. They can be a little tricky to get right.” She took a step back, her eyes traveling up and down Kizzy. “You’re going to look amazing. Andy will love the outfit,” She tossed Kizzy a bit of praise, hoping to help squash any nervousness she might feel. Jo knew she was a touch nervous. She always was when wearing a new outfit in front of Lena. But she did have a sneaking suspicion Lena would like this one…

Kizzy could hardly contain her own excitement. These last few days leading up to the ball had been… interesting. Kizzy showing up distressed over Andy only added to it but luckily Jo was there to help. She took Kizzy shopping for a suit to make sure she looked extra spiffy this evening and she was already feeling like she was gonna be the best looking at the ball tonight. A little overconfident but it was hard not to be. It was a miracle that Jo had so much patience given how difficult and demanding Kizzy could be. Especially over her hair. She needed to have her braids just like Alpha taught her. She wanted to impress Andy by showing off how great of a warrior she is.

Jo showed her how to button her shirt up and Kizzy followed… very slowly. She struggled with the buttons. She'd never been dressed fancy before. She didn't even know what fancy meant until Jo taught her. She eventually got the buttons figured out and grinned with excitement as the outfit got closer to being done. "All done." She informed Jo and did a little spin while she waited to get the vest and jacket to finish it all off. Still no shoes though. Jo tried but there was no convincing Kizzy of that no matter how fancy. Andy would still like it though. At least that's what she hoped.

Jo’s smile beamed with pride as Kizzy finished the buttons correctly. “Good job!” She praised her before stepping forward. Gently, Jo took one of Kizzy’s arms, helping button and then folding the sleeves into place. Then, she did the other, her movement methodical and practiced. Once that was done, she picked up Kizzy’s suit jacket, helping drape it around her shoulders. “When you’re standing, leave the jacket buttoned. When you’re sitting, unbutton it. Alright?” Jo instructed her before stepping back. She gave Kizzy a few once overs with her eyes, but she wasn’t entirely satisfied with the results. Jo took a few more minutes, smoothing over wrinkles with her hands, straightening folds, tugging fabric this way and that, all together doting on Kizzy to make sure she looked perfect. “There! All done,” Jo finished.

“You look amazing. But you know what would complete the look?” Jo turned towards her wardrobe. After rifling through it, she pulled out a black box with gold trimmings. Once she returned to Kizzy’s side, she opened it facing her. In it were a pair of shoes, leather, high quality, the material matching Kizzy’s belt. “I know you don’t like shoes, but you can’t get used to them without wearing them. I have all of my shoes custom made, so they’re comfortable and fashionable. I had my cobbler make one in your size, so they’ll match mine tonight.” Jo was speaking as softly as she could muster. It was clear she wasn’t trying to force this on Kizzy, nor was she giving her no choice. “Try them on. Wear them for a little bit, maybe just the drive to the party, and see how you feel. If you hate them you can take them off. Can you do that for me? I’ll even help you put them on, show you how to make sure you don’t lace them up too tightly.” Jo pulled one of the shoes out, holding it up to Kizzy for her to look at it a bit closer. Jo spoke no lies about its quality; even with a quick glance, the satin, plush interior was easily spotted. “And if you do, just try them out, I promise there will be a trip to your favorite candy store in the future…” She sweetened the deal with another flash of that brilliant smile. She was a business woman after all.

Kizzy tried her best not to bounce around with excitement. Everything was coming together so perfectly. She was going to look perfect. She jumped a bit when her arm was grabbed. Force of habit given all she’s been through. But she calmed herself quickly and allowed Jo to do what she needed to. Once the jacket was on, Kizzy couldn’t help but do a little spin for Jo to show off how well everything looked. The suit was perfect. The color was perfect. Everything was perfect. “Kizzy looks very fancy, no?” She added after Jo finished instructing her on what to do with the jacket buttons. Hopefully Kizzy would be able to remember once they got there. If not, she’d just have to find Jo and ask her during the party. Jo had done a once over on Kizzy again to make sure everything came together nicely and Kizzy decided to strike a few poses for good measure.

Now there were shoes to deal with. Truthfully, Kizzy didn’t want to wear them one bit. She never wore shoes before. At least she doesn’t remember ever wearing them. Jo was right though. They looked really nice and fancy and getting candy out of it was even better. She was hesitant to say yes but Jo took so much time to get them made for her. There was one deciding factor of course while Kizzy put her foot out to get help with putting them on. “Will Andy like shoes?”

Jo spotted the apprehension in Kizzy’s eyes, but there wasn’t any outright denial. She could definitely work with that. Her smile remained soft as ever, but it softened more when Kizzy asked her question. She’s so smitten with her. It warmed her heart, seeing Kizzy so happy about someone. “I think Andy will like to see your fancy new outfit, so having a pair of fancy new shoes that match your fancy new belt will definitely help make you look even fancier, right? You don’t have to wear shoes all the time if you don’t like them, but tonight is a special occasion! You could make it even more special this way.” Jo walked to the other side of her room, patting a plush armchair that sat in the corner, near a fireplace. “If you want to give it a try, I’ll put them on for you.”

Jo’s words put Kizzy at ease. Andy would like them so she might as well try. “Okay,” She said. “Kizzy will try shoes.” She followed behind Jo to the other side of the room and practically leapt into the chair to seat herself. She swung her legs back and forth a bit. She was feeling a bit nervous but she could always take them off later if she didn’t like it. Plus she could trust Jo. Jo wouldn’t do anything to hurt Kizzy anyways. “Okay, ready.” Her legs stopped swinging and she waited for Jo to put them on for her since she had no idea how. She felt good though. She had a good feeling about tonight.

Given her upbringing, Jo isn’t sure exactly where her patience comes from. Growing up, her father would bark at her to stay still, sit straight, and wear exactly what he wanted from her. In all honesty, that probably helped shape who she was for the better; Jo was determined to be better than him. Even though she wasn’t exactly Kizzy’s parent, she couldn’t help but fall into that role, almost naturally. It was as if she was born for it. Once Kizzy had sat down, Jo dropped onto one knee. “I promise these will be the nicest shoes you’ll ever wear.” Jo took a gentle hold of her ankle. She slipped a pair of nice, knitted socks onto both Kizzy’s feet, in a color that matched her suit. “You hold it by the tongue, right here,” She did as she instructed, holding the shoe up by the tongue. “Then slip it on, pulling from the back,” Jo pushed Kizzy’s foot into the shoe. Once it was on all the way, she moved onto the laces. “You pull the strings until it's snug but not tight. If the shoes fit properly, like these do, you don’t need to pull too much,” Each instruction was gentle, not an ounce of condescension to be found. “Then, you tie them, like this,” Jo explained, walking through each step until Kizzy was left with a nice little bow. “And all done! Want to try it yourself with the other one? If you get stuck, I can help you.” Jo held the second shoe out to Kizzy.

Kizzy watched and listened intently as Jo instructed her on how to put on the shoe while doing the first one for her. The socks felt so soft. She’d never worn socks before. Kizzy watched while the first shoe went on and did her best to understand the instructions being given since she was gonna have to try by herself for the second one. Jo walked her through how to lace them up and Jo was right. It felt perfectly snug without feeling tight on her feet.

Now it was her turn to try. Kizzy took hold of the second shoe and put it on the way that Jo showed her. Her foot slid right in perfectly and Kizzy beamed. Now was going to be the hardest part, the laces. She struggled a bit to get it right but she didn’t want to ask for help. She could figure this out herself. Sure enough, she just needed some time because she finally figured it out and made a nice little bow just like Jo. She clapped her hands together and beamed with excitement and then jumped up out of the chair so she could spin around for Jo again. “I did it!”

As much as Jo wanted to step in, she knew Kizzy had to learn on her own. So she observed, allowing the shorter woman to work towards the task she was given. And sure enough, after a couple of tries, Kizzy did it. Jo’s smile broadened, her toothy grin on perfect display, and she clapped and cheered as Kizzy spun. “Very good! See, I knew you could do it!” She laughed as she got to her feet. “Wear them for as long as you can. Regardless of if you can get through the night wearing them, I’m proud of you for trying something new,” She praised Kizzy, giving her a few firm pats on her shoulder before turning. “Here,” She handed something to Kizzy, “Your mask. You can wait until we get there to put it on. I know I will. Just give me a few minutes to finish getting ready.”

Jo busied herself not long after. With her dress shirt and pants on, all that was left was the vest, jacket, and accessories. She was always one to try and stand out, and tonight would be no different. All of her leather pieces matched, with the same color and quality of the material being the exact same for her shoes, her belt, and the chest harness she buckled on. Jo knew much of her chest was made of muscle, and with her augmentation surgery, she hadn’t exactly requested a bustier result. But the harness, custom-fitted and hand crafted, helped accentuate what she had. It was a new look, definitely a little bit on the daring side even for her, but she never feared stepping out of her comfort zone. Regardless of the scenario, her goal is to receive attention, and tonight would be no different. She only prayed that the attention was positive, and that much of it would come from a certain curly-haired witch. The vest that followed was specifically designed to be low cut, leaving as much of her chest and harness as exposed as possible. And going against her advice to Kizzy earlier, Jo planned on leaving her jacket unbuttoned the entire night. All of her garments were a deep purple color (at least she was being consistent about that), accentuated by silver accent pieces, some rings, a collar chain, and a broach of her family crest, along with a simple bow tie to fit with the shade of her suit.

Once she was fully dressed, Jo snatched up her own mask, an ornate design with similar silver accents, and she headed back towards Kizzy. Jo thought the masks were a bit silly; everyone knew who she was, even with it on. Not to mention, she could easily identify people from scent alone. She was sure she’d have met everyone attending this party at least once, so that would work to their advantage. With some luck, tonight would be a success. “Alright,” Jo greeted Kizzy again. “You ready to make Andy swoon?”

All the finishing touches were finally put together. Kizzy looked amazing. She looked down at herself to admire how she looked again. The charcoal gray suit, the purple dress shirt, the leather shoes. They came together nicely and went well with Kizzy’s skin tone. All of this was brand new to Kizzy. So far she was loving the experience and hoped the ball would be just as much fun. Her mask was sitting on the chair she’d been in earlier. She grabbed it from its place and began to tie it onto her face. Once that was done, Kizzy was finally ready. “Ready.” She responded to Jo. She was practically bouncing around the room in anticipation for leaving.

“Let’s go then. We’ve got jaws to drop,” Jo beamed. She walked toward the entrance, but she paused at her keyrack. Jo owned a couple cars, but generally tended to gravitate towards one, something fancy to normal people, but understated to the wealthy. But during moments like these, Jo had a special baby to break out in case of emergencies. She picked up the keys, jingling them in her hand before ushering Kizzy to follow.

Once in the garage, Jo approached the vehicle farthest to them. She unlocked the doors and helped Kizzy into her seat, shutting the door behind her. Once Jo was in her own seat, it was impossible to pry that wide grin off her face. The interior of the vehicle was luxurious, of course, but it didn’t look like a normal car. It was more akin to a race car, with knobs and dials everywhere. If Jo’s usual BMW would purr to life, once she put the key into the ignition, this one roared. “Hold on tight, Kizzy. We’re about to have some fun,” Jo could hardly contain her gleeful chuckle as she put the car into gear. Just the lightest press of the pedal sent the car sailing forward, and Jo gripped the halfwheel firmly. The car was light and fast, so a stern hand was needed to keep it under control. Once they were on the street, Jo changed gears, bobbing and weaving between cars in her way, only to soar past them right after. Jo missed flying; she hadn’t done it seriously in months, especially given her curse. She would freeze in their air too quickly. But this was the closest she’d get to flying nowadays.

They were at the location of the ball in the blink of an eye. Jo’s heart was pounding the entire way there, a level of exuberant adrenaline that she hadn’t felt in quite some time. She practically squealed into the valet parking station; the poor boy practically jumped out of his skin when the loud, grumbling beast of a vehicle halted in front of them. Jo strapped her mask on, and after fixing some of her justled clothes, she nodded at Kizzy again. She exited, making sure to pause to help Kizzy out if she needed it. The boy’s jaw dropped as the two of them approached, dressed to the nines, stepping out of a multimillion dollar car. He almost missed Jo tossing the keys to him, and then the bills he slipped into his hands right after. “Take care of her,” Jo said, and the boy hardly managed a nod.

They approached the entrance, with Jo taking hold of the doors. “Showtime. Make sure to have fun, and if you need help with anything, come and find me.” With that, she pushed the doors open, holding them for Kizzy.

The car ride had been exhilarating to say the least. Kizzy thoroughly enjoyed being in Jo’s car. Jo always had such interesting things. It was hard to keep herself contained in her seat. She was so excited to see everyone and get to show off the outfit Jo got her. Tonight was going to be amazing. Kizzy could feel it.

Once they arrived, Kizzy sauntered out of the car and trailed behind Jo. She began sniffing the air to find out who was there. Not everyone had arrived yet. But she did immediately recognize one smell that immediately brought a smile to her face. Cinnamon was here. Triton was on stage singing. She didn’t know he had such a beautiful voice. But who Kizzy was looking for didn’t seem to be there yet. A knot began to form in her stomach while she looked around. Maybe Andy was running late. She’ll be here. She’ll get to see Kizzy in her new suit. Kizzy sniffed the air again and found Drew and Cassie together but didn’t feel like approaching them. Maybe she should go find Jo again.

That is until a familiar smell got her attention and she briskly walked over to it. Alpha was here. It wasn’t hard for Kizzy to find them. Her nose was never wrong. She skipped up in front of them with a grin plastered on her face. “Hi, Alpha!” She exclaimed. “Kizzy look very fancy, no?” She spun around to show off her suit. “Jo helped.”

That’s when the smell of elves fully hit her. Andy was here. How come she didn’t notice sooner? “Bye.” She quickly said to Ren before scurrying off to who she was actually looking for. She weaved around through the crowd of people until she finally found who she was looking for and called out from behind her, “Hey, pri-” She stopped herself. Andy didn’t like being called ‘Princess’ and they had to be careful tonight. Kizzy almost forgot. “Hi, Andy.” She grinned from beneath her mask and looked over Andy in her dress. “Wow! You fancy too!” Their colors matched. Jo really thought of everything.

While Kizzy rushed forward like an exuberant child, Jo trailed behind. Even though she had on a mask, most people could identify her in an instant. It's not that she stuck out, no, she seemed to fit into the congregation quite well. This was where she truly belonged, and her years of making connections ensured that she was recognizable even with a glance. As a result, her first few minutes were spent making greetings to old friends, business acquaintances, and politicians. They may have been able to identify Jo immediately, but with one whiff Jo could identify them just the same. It’s how she knew that her lovely Lena hadn’t arrived yet; Jo could pick out her scent from thousands. There were many she recognized from the bunch, Rion was there, along with Cassiopeia, Evie, Danika. Danika. Jo took a mental note to apologize to the vampire later. She knew it was her fault that they’d ended up in a little scuffle at Elliot’s place. And then there was… Drew. Jo couldn’t stop herself from scrunching her nose into a scowl. As if she didn’t have enough bad memories associated with Drew, Jo had her own outburst from a few nights prior sitting at the forefront of her mind. She hated the way Drew made her feel, like she was festering from the inside out, but she understood that nothing could be resolved without talking through it. Perhaps tonight she could offer a time for the two of them to actually work through some of their tension. And actually talk, not be at each other’s throats, slinging insults back and forth.

There were plenty of faces and scents she didn’t recognize, and she could still recall the goal for the night being reconnaissance. Maybe these new faces would be helpful to her? For a few seconds between conversations, she found her eyes drifting to the musical accompaniment. The man singing immediately caught her eye, and the gears were turning in her head in an instant. He had a striking resemblance to Drew, he was musically talented, and even though quite a few years had passed, Jo could see it, see him, see the teenage boy she’d helped raise. She wanted to surge to the stage and tackle him in a hug, tell him how amazing and handsome he looked, how good of a singer he was, just like his mother. But what if it wasn’t Triton? His scent was different from when he was a child. It made sense; Jo’s own scent had changed rather drastically after taking hormones for so long. It was as if she was bargaining internally on it, but she decided in the end to try to speak to him alone later. She didn’t want to embarrass both of them.

After plenty of schmoozing, Jo approached someone familiar. “Good evening,” Jo spoke to Tarren as she approached, a pleasant smile on her face. “You look good, pup,” She complimented them, a sincere compliment contrasted by the playful nickname that followed. “I can sense that Rion helped you get ready. She did a good job. I didn’t think I’d ever see you out of your armor,” She joked with a soft laugh. “I see neither of our dates have arrived,” She continued with a sigh. It's not like it had been a long time since she last saw Lena, but any time apart was too long for her. She was too busy missing Lena to even consider that Ren might not even see Brandi as their date. “I hope they’ll be here soon.”

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HARRY STONE
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xxxi spent all my years believing in you
xxxbut just can't get any relief, lord
xxxsomebody, somebody,
xxxcan anybody find me somebody to love?

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Harry tugged on the bottom of his blazer, staring at his outfit. As tempted as he'd been to go for something a little more... bold, he'd strayed on the side of more conservative. He told himself that if he'd gone too bold, nobody would recognise him. And that little bit of pride said that he wanted people to recognise him, wanted them to see how much he'd changed. But he would be lying if he said that there wasn't that element of fear as well, fear of how he would be received.

Trinity Davenport was hosting some sort of party, a get together of old schoolmates. As if things had never really changed. He felt like there wasn't much of a point in pretending that nothing had. Hell, his outfit, complete with eyeliner, was a constant reminder of exactly how much had. Rumours about Matthew Brokenborough had started flying. Harry had always had his suspicions that Matthew hadn't been an angel, but nothing concrete. Harry's own suspicions hadn't yet been confirmed, but part of him was glad for that. For Shay's sake.

He sighed, grabbing a scarf and slinging it around his neck for a final touch, before picking up his phone and texting Shay.

To: shay <3
you still picking me up like old times?


It felt so surreal to be back in Oakhedge. Everything still felt exactly the same, even though it had been four years. The strangest part of it all was not going home. He was staying in a hotel the other side of town from his parents. If they were even still living here. Part of him wanted to go back in all his dramatic, glam rock style just to rub it in, just to horrify them by seeing what he'd become. If they'd even care. Honestly, he felt like they'd just been glad to get him out from under their feet. Had they relished the control? Did they miss it at all? Or were they just glad that it wasn't them having to deal with him any more? Would they actually see the man who used to be their son, and decide to be happy that he was living his truth, who he really was? This was the constant battle. The anger that made him hope they were angry too, that all they'd ever wanted was a puppet to manipulate. And then the longing that they were just happy for him, that they hadn't really meant it. Most of the time, the anger won, but there was still just that little bit of longing there. But for tonight, he decided to ignore it. The anger made him bold, confident. And that was what he wanted.

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RIN DAVENPORT
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xxxyou know that truth hurts
xxxbut secrets kill
xxxcan't help thinking that i love it still
xxxstill here, there must be something real.

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Already dressed, Trinity was sweeping around the house making sure everything was ready. This had to be just right. It had to be perfect. Everyone was already stressed and confused and emotional. The news about Matthew had rattled Rin enough. The fact that he'd cheated on every girlfriend he'd ever had and had apparently sold Ritalin to freshmen while in Harvard had just made her wonder how many of her other friends had similar secrets. She'd invited as many people as she knew from their old school and told them to bring their friends. Her family were out of town and had let her use the whole house for this party.

She knew that she was overdressed. But right now, she just needed to feel powerful. Being back in this house, sleeping in her old bedroom... It was bringing back memories she would have rather not remembered. It was making her feel like that weak, terrified teenage girl again. It wasn't something that an expensive dress and heels would fix. But it was helping at least.

"Marie! Etes-nous pret?" She demanded. "Oui, mademoiselle." was the answer, but it did nothing to relax her. She poured herself a glass of champagne and paced the hall, waiting for the doorbell to ring. She wondered if this had been a mistake, if she should have just gone out to a bar instead. There was so much that could go wrong here. Would she put people off with the scale of the whole event? Had they just been expecting... red cups, cheap beer, and shitty music? Would the champagne, the food, the multiple rooms set up as dancefloors, each with a different style of music, put them off? Or would she just impress them?

She sipped her champagne as she carefully sat down on the stairs, picking at a jewel on her dress. She didn't even know if any of her own high school friends were coming. And they hadn't even been that close. This was all just another big show, and she didn't know who she was throwing it for. She resisted the temptation to run her hands through her immaculately curled hair, instead staring at the door, waiting for it for the doorbell to ring, for somebody to just... talk to.

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