#grimoireisms

There was amusement in her eyes as she watched the other, before she shook her head with slight despair. "Honestly, most of it is all bullshit. Especially the garlic, god don't get me started on that one." She laughed, swirling her drink around in the glass before taking a sip. "I'm sure you understand how important it is that you keep this to yourself, though..."

Instantly, she regretted saying anything as she heard the other's response. It wasn't like they were official or anything, she had no ownership over Madeline, however there had been something deep within her that bubbled over when she saw the blonde talking like that to the pretty young receptionist. She wasn't jealous by nature, and yet something brought it out of her. "I know.... I'm sorry. I just- goddamnit, you really are turning me into something I'm not. I'm not like this, but you are making me feel jealous. I'm not loving that." There was a chuckle that followed her words and she brushed some hair out of her own eyes.

Jazline couldn't help but to let out a soft giggle as she tilted her head, letting the shadows of the porch light play across her face. "Oh, Lu," she said, stepping closer to close the distance between them. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her heels pressed into the grass, silent except for the soft crunch, and she let her fingers brush casually along the railing, close enough that her hand was almost teasingly near Lucía's. "I might not be able to fix all your problems, but I do know how to make a night a little more interesting," she said with a grin. The girl leaned in just a little, enough that her warmth brushed against Lucía's arm, a spark that seemed to ignite the cool night air. "Wallowing in self-pity? That's hardly your style," she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "But if you want, I could help you forget about all that... For a while." She let the words dance in the air between them, playful yet full of purpose, daring Lucía to let go of her carefully curated composure and step into something entirely unplanned. Jaz's gaze softened for a fraction of a second, enough to make it feel personal and intimate, like she could see right through the mask Lucía wore for the world. "'Cause if you want me to be honest, I've been waiting for this moment longer than I'd like to admit. I think it's finally time you let me in."