Flaming Love [Lesbian!OC x Dimitrescu Triplets] COMPLETE

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"...You're hot when you're like this."

'Hot?' I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I tried to think of how to respond. 'HOT?!'

"...I-I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it like-."

"N-no! It's... It's fine," I promised with a small smile. "I'm still not used to people finding me attractive..."

"Why not?!" They exclaimed, staring at me as if I had two heads.

"Uh... maybe after breakfast? It's a... long story."

"Sure," Lady Daniela whispered, placing her hand over mine. "But if it's too much, you don't have to relive it."

'She's going to make my heart burst,' I shuddered when her ungloved fingers slowly inched up my arm before sliding down — away from me. "I-I should be fine to-to tell the story as long as..."

The lady raised a brow and grinned before she hooked a finger in the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer to her. "Finish your sentence, Pup."

The knock on my door masked my whimper — hopefully — at the pet name, making the lady move away from me before calling out. A maid called back that she had my breakfast, causing the lady to stand and walk to my door. She opened the door and took the cart from the maid, hissing at her in Romanian before shutting the door. 'I should learn Romanian... I wonder if any of them would be willing to help teach me.'

I smiled and thanked the lady when she gave me my food, muttering a farewell to the two when they left to join their family for breakfast. My gaze drifted to the journal Lady Daniela left behind, an itch in the back of my mind telling me to grab and read the damned thing. I shook the thought away as soon as I could, reminding myself that I didn't need to do that anymore. 'We're not at war, I don't need to spy on anyone. I can relax and be myself — do things that make me happy... Music! Music makes me happy!'

While I ate, shadows snaked toward me — the whispers of the dead making me cringe. 'Shut up,' I internally growled at them. 'SHUT UP!' The voices grew louder as the shadows continued, my body desperately trying to heal while blocking out the voices. 'SHUT UP!' I took deep breaths to try and focus on something else, the voices becoming louder in the process somehow.

'Breathe, little one,' Hestia's voice sounded in my head when it became harder to breathe. 'You're having a panic attack.'

'Th-that can't be right-.'

'Isa.'

I took a shaky breath and sipped the juice that was accompanying my meal. '...This isn't apple juice.'

Hestia laughed, making me feel a bit better. 'Some things never change, huh?'

'Yeah, they really don't.'

'...Those Dimitrescu girls are on your mind a lot, is it safe to say you might have a crush on at least one of them?'

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I finished my food and set my dishes on the cart. 'I'm gonna try to go back to sleep, Auntie!'

'That's all the answer that I needed.'

I rolled my eyes with a smile, easing out of bed and wincing from the pain. When the pain faded, I began pushing the cart out of my room, trying to ignore everything until I reached the end of the hallway. My gaze lifted when Sorana rounded a corner, concern filling her eyes for a moment. She took the cart and pointed down the hall — a silent order to return to my room.

When I shook my head, she rolled her eyes and muttered for me to take things slow. '...I should talk to 'Dite about her. It couldn't have been easy hearing your daughter turned on you — let alone that she freed the embodiment of evil,' A frown took over my face at the memory. 'We were happy, right? So, why throw it all away?!' I bit back my anger and continued walking — searching for the opera hall.

I slowed when I heard singing, my feet carrying me to the sound. 'Who...?'

As my hand turned the door handle and opened the door, the singing came to an end. "Who goes there?"

"...I-Isa, my lady," I called before hissing in pain. "I heard your singing-."

"You shouldn't have been able to from your room."

"Okay, so I left my room, big deal."

The lady raised an eyebrow but spoke anyway. "You genuinely don't fear us. Or death."

"My father is the King of the Dead," I shrugged. "Fearing death isn't something his kids are capable of — Well, we said the same about children of Poseidon and not having a fear of water, but my cousin exists..."

"...You have a cousin — a child of Poseidon — that has a fear of water?"

"Specifically; The ocean."

The lady looked away as a smile spread across her face, filling me with pride. "You have an interesting family."

"I can tell you more about it," I beamed, watching her jaw clench momentarily. "...Uh-unless you'd rather be alone."

"Get in here and shut the door. Do you like the violin?"

"Listening or playing?"

"Both."

"Listening? Yes. Playing? Well, it depends on the piece."

That earned a laugh from the lady — like she understood entirely. At this point, it wouldn't shock me if she did. "You're a funny little one."

"...Is that a height joke?"

"And if it is?"

I clicked my tongue and looked away, crossing my arms over my chest. "...I'd say I just realized I'm not wearing a binder."

"A what?"

"Oh, a binder. It... makes me feel like I'm myself when I wear it. Binds your chest — makes it appear smaller or flatter."

The lady nodded and waved me off. "Go get it then. I'm trusting you to be careful while putting it on."

"I will, my lady."

I left with a bow, making it halfway to my room before nearly bumping into Lady Cassandra. When she realized it was me she nearly ran into, the lady cleared her throat and offered me a sheepish smile, making my heart skip a beat. 'She's so...'

"Earth to Isa," She laughed as she waved a hand in front of my face. "I asked you why you're out of bed."

"...I think your mother wishes to know me better — she seemed interested in my family."

"I can see why."

"Hm?"

Cassandra's eyes trailed over my body twice before she spoke again. "Great genetics, clearly."

"Be serious," I pouted, noting how she buzzed again. "My family isn't that interesting."

"You are. To me."