#drstcrture

               “  I already told ya’ mom it’s not a big deal.   “ she says , literally not even aware that anyone had come into her small little bakery off the green , the bell that signifies the arrival of a customer goes unnoticed while Liza continues her seemingly uninterested transcript of words to her mother.   “  Look  ,   I’ll call ya’ later , yeah , yeah , later .   “ she says , and then she hangs up the phone , signing as hands scan the counter and she hangs her head down , out of the corner of her eye though -- 

        “   oh fuck !  “ she’s aware of the customer now ,  she’s also a little bit starstruck , making her all the more nervous ,  “   I m-mean , shit , sorry , sorry , moms’ ya’ know ?   I-I mean , what can I get ya’ ?   “ 

Marisa had known Rebecca for almost a year now, she realized. Granted, a lot of the first part of that year had been a lot of casual sex, random meetings and passings by, but somewhere along the way, it became more than that. Eventually, Rebecca started inviting her to things, and though at first she was introduced as a friend, it became clear to not just them, but to the people around them, that they were more. The flirting Marisa couldn't resist, the shared fond gazes between them. Marisa also felt a firm protectiveness over Rebecca, one reserved for only the people she cared about most. She had planned an elaborate scheme that made her ex husband suffer for a weekend, because him buying a small percentage of the club just to torment Rebecca had been the last straw for Marisa.

Somewhere along the way, she really did fall for Rebecca, didn't she? This was more than just a sexual relationship. Outside of everything Rupert had put Rebecca through, there was still so much Marisa didn't know about her life, and especially vice versa. Rebecca knew she had a daughter, but she had never brought Rebecca around to meet her, always insisting that they meet up at either her place or in a hotel or in public. But despite that, she felt such a fierce loyalty and adoration for Rebecca. Perhaps even love. She felt like Rebecca's girlfriend, even though they hadn't made anything like that official. Though she had heard a few of the people Rebecca work with call Marisa the boss' girlfriend. Never from Rebecca herself though. It seemed both of them were afraid of that kind of commitment, despite their care for each other.

So when Rebecca asked her to come for dinner, and with how serious it sounded, Marisa thought this was either one of two things. Perhaps Rebecca would ask her for a more serious relationship, or perhaps she would tell Marisa that she wanted to end this. Marisa was trying to decipher which outcome would happen, and didn't know. Sitting at their private table, having just ordered their meals, Marisa gazed softly at Rebecca with a smile, a smile meant to hide her nervousness. Another thing she was trying to decide; which of the possible outcomes made her the most fearful? That was an easier thing to choose, Marisa thought. As hard as it was to admit it to herself, the thought of losing Rebecca broke her heart.

Marisa was surprised, but pleased by the offer. She gazed up at the woman sweetly, and perhaps a little flirtatiously as well.

So far, Danielle seemed like another average, human townsperson. But she seemed interested in Dionysia, who was bored enough to entertain her for now. Unfortunately, it wasn't like she had anything better to do.

"So, do you have alcohol at your place or should I bring my own?"

muse shaming!!

"I'm so glad to meet another witch." Dionysia admitted, smiling. "I truly thought I was the last one. The one that managed to escape all of the witch hunting. I suppose there are at least two of us."