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[color=#8FBC8B]Time:[/color] Evening  
[color=#8FBC8B]Location:[/color] Danrose Castle  
[color=#8FBC8B]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Charlotte & [@Oso] Cassius
[color=#8FBC8B]Mentions:[/color] [@samreaper] Kazu
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[color=lightgray]The conversation between Cassius and her was a beautiful sight to behold. To see Cassius, a man she considered a possible threat, to be jovial and accepting was a relief. Olivia had been holding her breath, waiting to see what he did in reaction to her. Now she could finally let it out and allow her tense shoulders to slump and her jaw to relax. The tension within her body began to ease. It was like watching her mother’s cookies baking in the oven. Olivia smiled, one that genuinely reached her eyes and showed her teeth. It was as though the apple had fallen farther from the tree than she had first anticipated. Though he  was starting to make a good first impression, Olivia remained wary. 

Once Charlotte approached, she studied his reaction closely. It was as though she was reading or trying to, anyway, one of Charlotte’s novels, or a puppy finding its’ person after being lost. The clear longing between them and the need to be together was overwhelming so much that Olivia wondered if people in the ball might suffocate from it. It was as though a fog had lifted and the two were seeing each other for the first time in forever. Something was off with Lottie, but the man’s reaction told her enough–it was raw, genuine, and a fire ready to blaze into a firestorm should anyone try extinguishing it.

When Lottie remarked about Kazumin, Lottie’s cheeks had temporarily rivaled her hair. The memory of seeing Kaz in a suit, with sunflowers poking out of his top hat and his delightful dance down the steps had been burned into her mind. The way the sunflowers and suit complemented him, and then showing off his blonde curls and cowlick, along with his figure caused butterflies to rise in her stomach.

His ability to not give a fuck and do whatever he wanted was admirable. Olivia enjoyed his performance and wished more of these insufferable bastards would let loose, but then again, nobody could rival Kazumins’ talent. She tried to hide her face with her hair and wished she could’ve seen where he had gone. She had to find him soon. Once Lottie pointed out how he must have entertained her as a child, she couldn’t help but smile and blush even harder. 

[color=#8FBC8B]”Yeah… He did.”[/color] Olivia began stuffing her face and ignoring the looks she was being given. Instead she bounced her leg and avoided eye contact before she punched these insufferable bastards. 

Her mind raced as to what the hell she was going to do when Lottie turned to ask about her childhood next. The memories of her mother, Maria, teaching her how to play an old violin came to the surface. However, the period that followed their descent into magic and madness began rising up. Panic coursed through her veins like the fire she so admired and feared. She stuffed herself with more food until she took several deep breaths. Grief hung around her like water on a wet dog’s fur it couldn’t shake off.

[color=#8FBC8B]”Yeah… I played the violin for a bit with my mom but I did not sing.”[/color] Olive replied and glanced down at the floor. [color=#8FBC8B]”Life is real fuckin boring without music, you’re right.”[/color] She changed the topic and turned her focus to Lottie instead. [color=#8FBC8B]”You played piano and sang? That’s fuckin awesome.”[/color] 

She glanced at Cassius after watching her behavior. She noted the reactions to her about her parents. [color=#8FBC8B]”Uh, what about you...?”[/color] She glanced around, then back to Lottie. This was unlike her–where were the bows and ribbons?

Lottie addressed Cassius for being off so now they were a trio asking the same fucking question to everyone else when it boiled down to Lottie throwing them a curveball. They all had the same burning question that wasn't answered. Had she...?

[color=#8FBC8B]"What the hell is going on with you?"[/color] Olivia asked quietly, and ensured they wouldn’t be overheard. Concern and uncertainty shown in her olive green eyes and her furrowed brows. [/color]