[center][h1][color=8FBC8B]Olivia[/color][/h1]
[sub][color=lightgreen][s]Persephone[/s][/color][/sub]
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[color=8FBC8B]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=8FBC8B]Location:[/color] Castle Dining Room
[color=8FBC8B]Interactions:[/color] [@samreaper] Kazu 
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Once they were alone on the balcony, Olivia turned to face Kazumin. She could feel the dark magic flowing through her veins. There was a slight shimmer in the air and she struggled to see beyond it. All she could see was black and red. Olivia raised her hand and the shimmer began to curl around her hands. She turned to Kazumin, and took a deep breath. It was not perceptible to Kazumin–she didn’t dare let anyone else be able to see it, lest she be murdered then and there. She ensured she couldn’t be overheard, either.

[color=8FBC8B]”From the time I was born, I could always feel this… This urge, this dark magic calling to me.”[/color] Her voice was hushed, as she looked away. She couldn’t bear to read his expression. [color=8FBC8B]”As a kid, I never knew what it was–there was this lingering feeling that something, [i]something[/i] was missing. This hunger, unsatisfied by food, was always there. My parents started showing me magic when I was a little kid. I didn’t really understand it. It was something cool that could happen–summoning fire above your palm, shooting ice out of your hands, talking to animals, affecting emotions, changing your hair color; all sorts of things. I wasn't allowed to talk about it to others, even you. My parents told me they’d know if I did, so I never could.”[/color] Olivia took a deep breath, and then continued. 

[color=8FBC8B]”We didn’t swell on it alot. My mother, though, was always using it around the house, and sometimes I’d see her with dark shadows around her. I didn't think much of it. I didn’t know. I was too young.”[/color] Liv laughed bitterly. [color=8FBC8B]Every time we tried to do something else, or whatever, bad luck would happen. My mother seemed like she was a magnet for it, then me too. I just figured we were dealt bad cards in life. I kinda got used to just havin’ bad luck everywhere.”[/color]

[color=8FBC8B]"It was just the norm, till my dad got fired from the castle–he was a mess, a mixture of fury, disgust, desperation, and insanity. He was rambling a bunch and shielded whatever it was from me. My mom was grief stricken that he was fired because that was our income. Then, as you know, I disappeared from life. We tried and tried and tried to make money otherwise and it just wasn't happenin. The magic usage in our house increased by tenfold. Our bakery was struggling cause we didn’t have ingredients to make anything out of. The paranoia from the magic was suffocating. My mom and dad began using dark magic and forced me to start it too. Then, it was like the lightbulb went on–my hunger was becoming rapidly satisfied and unsatisfied. I finally realized why I was so, so, hungry all the time, even after eating all the food out of the fridge.”[/color]

[color=8FBC8B]”And so, you know, the bakery burned down–I was trying to sneak some bread, was starvin, losin weight and not bein able to do nothin about it. I was bein all sneaky and shit, till Asher’s crew came and spooked me. A fight broke out and I used fire magic, something I seem to have an affinity for using…”[/color] Liv gulped and wiped her teary eyes. A laugh escaped her slightly insane and sarcastic. [color=8FBC8B]”...And I accidentally burned down our bakery, and ended up with no food, and now enemies on the street. I ran, ran like the wind, to get the hell away, but when I came home all sooty and ashy, even with washing out in the river, my parents punished me–by forcing me to use more dark magic. I became obsessed with it over time. Using it once was too much, ten times was never enough.”[/color] 

Olivia turned to Kazumin now, and for a moment, her pupils briefly turned black. [color=8FBC8B]”Do you know,”[/color] her voice came out in a low hiss. [color=8FBC8B]”How hard is it to sit in that room, listenin to that pig of a king belittle and criticize people? The dumbass has had a silver spoon up his arse entire life. These despicable royals sit there, with all this food that’ll get tossed and never given to the poor, the poor who suffer all the time and starve? The fuckin’ poor who eat acorns and dig through the trash–the person I was before meeting Charlotte?”[/color] Black tendrils began visibly wrapping around her. [color=8FBC8B]”They sit on their high fuckin’ horses, mocking and fighting each other over fuck knows what. Those Danroses.. They expect us to kiss their asses because they were born with a silver spoon up their asses. And Calbert? He sits there actin like he never did nothin to us this entire fuckin’ feast. Fuckin’ asshole.”[/color] 

She clenched her fists and visibly began trembling. [color=8FBC8B]”He ruined my family’s fuckin’ lives, that bastard of a king. Why? I have no idea, but I’m going to fuckin find out. And you know somethin, too? Asteroth. He fuckin’ wouldn’t let me see you after my parents died. Did you know that? Did you know I was shooed away by him with a broom like I was some fuckin’ stray cat? Yeah, Kaz–that arsehole kept our friendship apart,”[/color] Olivia dug her nails into her hands, almost hard enough to draw blood. 

[color=8FBC8B]”Time and time again, life has told me I’m not wanted here, three, nowhere. Always shooed away, always denied the pleasures of life. Sleeping in a tree, or in a barn with my horse who got more food than me, always. The only good thing goin for me is this stupid facade I can barely hold down. Actin all prissy and noble, with [i]manners[/i]. Pretending to be someone I’m not and you know what? People already fuckin know who I am–some masked dick at the ball. Who the fuck was he, I don’t fuckin know. I bet Calbert does know too. Who fuckin cares when there’s people starvin, getting murdered the slums, beaten up cause they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Getting kicked outta places, unable to make a livin and barely livin, and hopin they aren’t killed in their sleep. Y’know how many times I had to evade Asher’s gang, only to come home and listenin’ to my parents yellin’ and fighting using magic and drugs and alcohol to get by? There is no hope in this world. Everywhere fuckin’ sucks.”[/color] The black tendrils weaved around her like ribbons, curling this way and that. Fortunately, it was only visible to those two.

[color=8FBC8B]”It's only a matter of time till I’m kicked out of here too. I should just back to the fuckin slums and deal with life on my own before I fuck this up too. Only a matter of time till the bad luck train comes back. You should save yourself and stay the fuck away from me. All of you. I’m going to jinx your fuckin lives at some point. Kaz, you should stay away.”[/color]

Olivia slowly, and finally looked up at him, her eyes searching for a trace of him denying her desperation and pleas. Tears welled up in her eyes and began sliding down her cheeks. As soon as they rolled off her face, they disintegrated into black wisps.  Her pupils kept switching from their normal green to flecks of black.  She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

The dark magic was not relenting its hold on her.[/color]