forum Modern Salem. (Closed, But Stalkers Are Appreciated.)

Started May 24, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Thank you Ms. Lucy." She took the cup and sipped it, trusting that it wasn't poison. The liquid was sweet against her lips and warmth spread through her body, making her smile.

“You’re welcome, Calla,” Lucy said. She watched as the potion quickly took effect. The scrapes and cuts flowed a soft gold as the potion worked through her, slowly sealing the small wounds shut.

Calla hugged Lucy, wrapping her arms around Lucy's legs. "Can I stay?" she asked, breathless. "I promise I'll be good. And I won't take up much space or cause you any trouble."

"Oh," Bella said. The old witch was gone, she had nowhere to go. She sighed, "I guess I'll be going then. Goodbye."

Lucy looked down at Calla, smiling warmly. “Of course you can stay here,” she said gently. “Now, eat your food. Don’t want it getting cold,” she added, giving Calla’s shoulders a squeeze.

Oliver sighed slowly, running a hand over his jaw. “Hold on, just- let me ask,” he said, stepping away for a moment. “Hey, Teller.”

“Oliver. You only use that tone with me when you want something. What is it?” Lucy asked with a challenging smile.

“A girl needs a place to stay,” Oliver stated.

“Let me guess. A damsel that you want to toy with?”

“Hey, you cant assume-“ Oliver started, but he was cut off.

“How many fiancés have you had in the past two years? 3, was it?” Lucy asked.

“Okay, okay, shut it. Yes or no?” Oliver said, hands up in surrender.

“Let her in,” Lucy said simply, and Oliver went back to the door, motioning for the woman to come inside.

Bella looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Thank you!"

She stepped inside the house. She didn't wander around, however she did look.

"Uh-huh." Calla took the plate and sat down in the chair, poking at the food. "What does fiance mean, Ms. Lucy?"

Oliver hummed in response, leading the woman into the kitchen. Lucy was still crouched with Calla, smiling as she watched the blind girl. “A fiancé is someone who is engaged to another person, and they plan to marry that person soon,” she explained, flashing Oliver a smirk, who rolled his eyes.

"Your friend Oliver. They are engaged to three people? My parental units told me that was a sin. Is one of those people you? Is Oliver your fiance?" Calla's curiosity had been unleashed.

Bella looked at the women and the young girl. She waved at them before she realized, "Oh! I never introduced myself! That's was rude of me, my name is Belladonna."

“Oh, no, not at once. And no, I am not one of those people,” Lucy said quickly with a nervous laugh, rubbing at the nape of her neck.

“Yeah, you wish, Teller,” Oliver joked, receiving a glare from Lucy. He then turned back to the woman, Belladonna. “I’m Oliver, and that’s my friend, Lucy. This is her home. I have no clue who that is,” he said, motioning to The young girl.

“Her name is Calla, and she is staying with us.”

“Stop taking in orphans.”

“Stop going to strip clubs,” Lucy shot back, covering Calla’s ears as she spoke.

Bella nodded, "It's nice to meet all of you. And I promise he did not find me at a … certain place. My home," she paused to think of a word, "is no longer a home. Thank you for allowing me to stay here."

The unexpected touch shocked Calla and she jumped out of her seat, knocking over her plate. She fell to the floor, curled up in a ball.
"I'M SORRY!" she screamed, holding her hands in front of her face.

Lucy and Oliver both flinched when Calla leapt out of her chair. “Calla! Calla, calm down, it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re okay,” Lucy soothed quickly, trying to calm the girl down.

“Oliver, go make her another plate,” Lucy murmured quickly, and he nodded, walking towards the stove as Lucy continued to try and calm Calla.

Bella stood back allowing Lucy to help the girl. If things started getting worse her magic may come into play. No, she shook her head. Don't think like that, the girl simply freaked out that's all. She obviously didn't come from a very good home.

"I'm really sorry, Ms. Lucy. Please don't send me back. I won't do it again. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Calla took deep breaths, trying to calm her beating heart. "I'm so sorry."

Lucy gently pulled Calla into her arms, stroking the girl’s hair gently as she hugged her. “It’s okay, I’m not going to send you back… You don’t need to say sorry, you’re okay. You’re safe here,” she murmured soothingly.

"Pinky promise?" She held out her pinky, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Mhm, I pinky promise,” Lucy said, hooking her pinkie with Calla’s. “Do you want to finish your food? Oliver made you another plate.”

Oliver brought in another plate, setting it down on the table. He looked over at Belladonna, brows raising. “Was there anything left that was salvageable at your house?”

Belladonna shook her head sadly, "Just a few books and some seeds. I wish there was more, but there's nothing left."

Tears were forming in her eyes and she whispered, "Absolutely nothing."

"I thank you, Oliver-with-three-fiances." Calla wiped her tears away and stood up.

Lucy choked back a laugh at Calla’s words, while Oliver protested that he didn’t have a fiancé anymore. Lucy stood up, glancing Belladonna over quickly before smiling. “We might be around the same size, you could borrow some of my clothes if you’d like. And I’m sure Oliver wouldn’t mind if you stayed in his room, and he could take the couch.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Oliver responded, rolling his eyes as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Belladonna shook her head, "Oh you don't have to do all that. I probably won't be here all that long anyway."

It wouldn't be safe for them. There house doesn't deserve to burn too.

“Are you sure? Do you have another place to stay?” Lucy questioned, eyes glancing at the space around Belladonna. Her aura was streaked with colors. Dark orange, which usually meany uneasiness. The orange was spotted with black, meaning fear.

"Uhm," Bella thought for a second. She tried to calm herself, "I'll figure something out. I always do."