prodigy • Lady Lesso x Fem!OC

Chapter XVII

SILAS FELT FINE. It was quite odd considering that she had a wound on her back the day before, it seemed to disappear within a fortnight. If she remembered correctly, her father had wounds and scars on his body. When Silas was only a mere five years old, she remembered her father going to battle and had returned with scars on his body.

But Silas' wound, disappeared without a trace. Not a scar on sight. Was it the fact that her regeneration was still intact? Something about being the love child of Persephone and Hades? No, she really didn't think so.

She found it quite weird, but then remembered something about her beloved Lesso. She made it a note to thank her lover later.

The thought of engulfing Lesso in a hug later when they're alone caused for a sudden chuckle to escape her lips, Silas freezed when she had realized it.

She felt butterflies in her stomach, her brain went into overdrive, her cheeks flushed, her knees weakened, and a chuckle escaped her lips just thinking about Lady Lesso.

Such things happened inside her all at once.

But Silas never complained.

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The morning went by fast, Silas and Lesso walked through the empty hallways of the school as they finished their second class of the morning. The breeze wasn't too hot, but it wasn't too cold as well, but Silas was looking for some extra warmth this morning for an odd reason.

"Don't you ever get tired of that? Or think it's a hassle?" She suddenly asks, her eyes subtly shifting to the silver nails Lady Lesso had.

"What? My nails? Absolutely not. Why the sudden interest in them?" Lesso quirked an eyebrow at the taller woman beside her, showing off her nails.

"It's nothing, really. The fact that they're so long makes me think that your hands only appear to be big because of their length." Silas shook her head, glancing at her lover with a small smirk on her face.

"Is that a snide remark?"

"Oh, no. Not at all."

Leonora knew what Silas wanted, she then decides to tease her a little more. "You took sudden interest in my nails, my flame. Would it be so bad if I took interest in yours?" A cocky tone laced within the Dean's voice at the question.

Silas didn't hesitate to show her own nails, the Dean was greeted by a sight of slightly sharp, but rounded fingernails that hadn't been adorned with any nail polish at all. It gave her the impression that Silas uses a nail file every once in a while to get that look on them.

"I grew them out quite a bit, but I'll trim them later." The emerald-haired woman spoke, "It seems that my hand is bigger than yours, my Dean." Silas' eyes widened when she saw Lady Lesso with her hand open, almost as if challenging her. "Care to say that again?" However, instead of answering, Silas puts her left hand on top of the Dean's right one.

Silas was right, her hands were slightly bigger than the older woman's. Her fingers were longer, but Lesso's fingernails were longer than her own.

Let's face it: Lady Lesso understood what she was doing. She didn't anticipate, though, that Silas' confidence would come through as the younger woman's fingers entered the spaces between her own and gripped her hand. When she turned to face Silas, she was met with an unperturbed demeanor, a small flush on the younger woman's cheeks, and different colored eyes that were fixed on their path as if avoiding Lesso's as they walked through the quiet, empty halls.

Lesso slowly grasped the younger woman's hand, a small smile present on her face and a slight dust of pink on her cheeks as she enjoyed the silence with her lover.