#liron threads

-He just made the most obnoxious snort when he read that.-

{txt} nope too late I can’t not be welcome at this point

Liron rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath.

[Prince of Egypt starter for @icywolfheart.]

“No, you …” Thera stops, breaking off her words with a lowered brow and resigned ‘huff’ that sounds a little reminiscent of Oscar the Grouch. She was going to say, ‘no you’re not’ but she knows it’s not going to do much good; when Liron makes up her mind, it stays made, and she’s almost as stubborn as Thera herself.

“Haven’t you figured out yet that I just lead you into trouble?”

Liron shrugged. “I don’t care; trouble seems to like me too. At least when I’m following you into trouble, the company’s good.” She smiled crookedly.

Natasha smiled, nodding. “I am… I want to try… And I want it to be you…” She said and chuckled at her question. “I don’t know… Do you want to do it now?” She asked as she smiled up at her. “I… I do want to but if you’d rather wait, I can understand…” She gave her a small nod and another gentle smile

Liron chewed her lip. On one hand, yes, she really wanted to do this and now was a perfect time, but on the other hand...what if she hurt Nat on accident? Her wife’s transition from mortal to...changeling might be the best term in this case...was still in progress; what if Liron’s magic surged and messed something up? Yet on that first hand...Natasha was comfortable enough with Liron to want this, and she seemed to want it now. And if something happened, most likely Liron was powerful enough and their bond was strong enough that whatever damage her magic did she could fix on instinct even if it was draining. 

...She was worrying too much. She wasn’t some adolescent experiencing magic surges any time a pretty someone smiled at her or her emotions were a little intense. She had control over what her magic did, and she had enough control that she could keep any accidental harm from coming to Natasha. 

Amelia stifled a chuckle, glancing around the quite decked out ballroom. “Yeah, well, no one ever said the rich and powerful were thrifty,” she commented quietly so only Liron could hear her. “We’re just here to keep the peace for tonight, make sure things run smoothly.”

Liron nodded slightly. “I will be very glad when we’re done and I can put normal clothes on again. I feel like a doll.”

“You did what?” Amelia questioned, surprised, trying not to laugh at the mental image. “Alright. I’ll be right down. I’ll get it cleared up,” she promised before hanging up and heading downstairs to the main lobby with security.

About ten minutes later, she was in the room with Liron, smiling apologetically. “Well, that got sorted… I guess with the, uh, holidays approaching, some employees have been getting in touch with their ‘holiday spirits’, shall we say?”

Liron smiled blandly, trying to look as sober as possible, which wasn’t that hard. It wasn’t like anything she drank could get her drunk in the first place...she’d just wanted to have a little bit of fun. She liked the snow; it was soft and pretty and soothing. 

“I… I did..” Nat said as she held onto the nearby chair for support. “W-Why? And why am I seeing black dots?”

Liron let out a slow breath. “That goblet was full of a poison I was studying.”

“No idea, really. But it’s beautiful anyway. One more great question for humanity.” She laughed.