[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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[color=8FBC8B]Aesthetic:[/color] [color=lightgreen]♞[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/eXIDeug]Dress[/url][color=lightgreen]♞[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/abGm50u]Hair[/url] [color=lightgreen]♞[/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/pI3FUId.jpeg]Shoes[/url] [/color]
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Everything in Olivia’s head went quiet the moment his lips met hers. The shock of the moment completely stunned her. It was as if someone had immobilized her using a spell. Why was he kissing her? Didn’t he hear anything she’d said? She was bad luck–a walking, talking human black cat–bad luck, that was jinxed, cursed, whatever word fit her. In the end, she’d be his downfall. Confusion and fear wrapped around her mind and began causing her head to pound. Part of her wanted him to stay and wrap his arms around her. The unconditional love was something she craved deep down. It was a feeling she was unused to feeling. Any compassion toward her felt fake or temporary, because at some point she’d either ruin that person’s life or fuck up. Even Charlotte’s and Cassius’ warmth toward her had felt alien.

Both warmth and dread spread through her. Tears filled her eyes and raced down her cheeks. For now, her dark magic tendrils dissipated around her. Her head was quiet, and the emotions were a wild storm inside waiting to be unleashed. Recklessly, Olivia returned the kiss. It wasn’t experienced at all; she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. Genuine happiness rushed through her. Once she realized what she was doing, and quickly broke away with wide-eyes. Her expression was wide-eyed and filled with mixed emotions. She clenched her fists and grasped her head. The tendrils began returning and she buried her hands in her hair. 

His words echoed in her mind. The memories of their meeting, hanging out together, chasing fireflies, of him being bullied and mocked and her beating the people up, and Calbert holding the gun to his head, rushed through her mind’s eye. A mixture of anger, frustration, joy, self-loathing, fear, and happiness raced through her. Olivia took several deep breaths. The voices began creeping back in. She was poison–something he continued to drink until she’d stripped him of his life. He needed to understand that. Kaz's words that she was his sun, his light and his warmth, challenged it. He was a moth attracted to her flame. Olivia tensed and her pupils struggled to remain green. Then, she realized how she was bending back to the darkness, and broke down sobbing. Fortunately, she wasn’t loud enough to be heard by the feast, sine there was enough drama going on.

Her voice was a blubbering mess. [color=8FBC8B]”I don’t want you to leave. Please help me.”[/color] Her strawberry wet hair became plastered to her face and her green eyes begged him to defy her words. [color=8FBC8B][i]Run, Kazumin–plese.[/i][/color] [/color]