Of Gods and Men {Zahi & Lisbet} [closed]
zahishafiqā:
Zahi turned around, a hint of question in his eyes as he assessed Lisbet and her bold comment.Ā āI suppose thatās understandable,ā he said, although Zahiās own personal experience didnāt lend itself to understanding her situation. Zahi had been given a lot and shifted away from the rest whenever he could. He couldnāt imagine feeling so indebted to the people who raised you that you didnāt want to either acknowledge them as parents or belong with them, yet still couldnāt get away. It was an odd balance that he was sure wasnāt fun for her to reconcile.
He rolled his eyes with a smirk.Ā āIf youād like empty fluff comments, Iām afraid youāre in the wrong spot. I only compliment what I can acknowledge for myself. Yes, that means I could call you beautiful all day, but I donāt see the point in becoming repetitive. As for your plant skills, I suppose those could receive compliments some day, depending on how well you show competency.āĀ
Zahi wondered what her job entailed. The coy way sheād asked made him wonder if she was fishing for him to inquire, but he supposed he could indulge.Ā āAnd what is it you do that requires so many languages? I can think of many useful skills for it.āĀ
He paused, not actually checking what was on the shelf next to him as he turned just enough to end up in her space. Zahi considered himself of average height, but she was downright tiny in comparison, and Zahi angled his head to make the difference less severe as he watched her.Ā āNo better way at all? I can think of a place or two more exciting than a bookstore. I think itās the promise that truly makes this so enticing.ā
With that said, Zahi stepped back, giving her more space again. He gestured around.Ā āYour turn to lead,ā he said with a smile.Ā āIām curious about the kind of texts you gravitate to when given a chance.ā
Lisbet blinked back at Z/ahi and he gave her a questioning look. She didnāt feel the need to explain her situation to him, and she most certainly wasnāt about to go airing her familyās di*rty laundry to anyone that would listen. It was bad enough that Lucius knew as much as he did. Lisbet was never sure who she could trust with her personal information, and though Zahi seemed worthy of it, she thought it was best not to test her luck.Ā
"I could drown myself in the empty compliments most people make towards me, darling.ā Lisbet smirked back as she wrinkled her nose. A louder-than-necessary bought of laughter over came Lisbet, and she silenced herself by placing her tiny hand over her lips.Ā āIām sorry. Thatās a lot of pressure not to disappoint you.ā
A radiant glow his Lisbetās emerald eyes.Ā āI sing opera. Itās most often in Italian or French, but once you know one, the others are fairly easy to catch onto.ā It was a huge part of her identity, and she loved to preform. Even though it was tiresome and she occasionally wished she was just a regular witch, Lisbet wasnāt quite sure she would trade her life for anything.
āWell.ā Lisbet pressed her lips together.Ā āA bookstore always has one of my top five spots.ā Along with her favorite muggle club and the dressing room at the Mariinsky Theater, any place that she could just sit and read on her own was someplace sheād rather be. Sure, the photo shoots were great and all, but there were many evenings where she wished she could just stay in and finish a good book.Ā
āSometimes the anticipation is better than the act.ā Lisbet eyed Zahi as he moved aside, and she squeezed her was gracefully past him towards a section labeled Dark Arts.Ā āI like informational books, and Iāve always been inclined towards the Dark Arts. Something about the power really suits me, personally. Iāve been meaning to get back into it, but my life has been a whirlwind and there hasnāt been much time for new tricks.ā














