The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Carriage

Lilliana didn't know what made her heart melt in the puddle of sheer, overflowing affection. Was it the nervous, wavering look in those beautiful, mesmerizing orbs that stared back at her with curiosity or was it the softest whisper of a voice that Japheth had uttered from behind her veil that Lilliana and Orson hadn't heard in their lives? She acted on impulse, giving in to her desires as she leapt forward and, in a snap, pulled Japheth flush against her chest in a bone-crushing hug making the other to rasp out a yelp of surprise.

DJ was taken aback by the abruptness of her action; his hands flew upwards to grip Lilliana around her shoulders instinctively. Squirming with the intention to create a breathable gap between them, the young boy tried to push her off. But all his efforts went in vain when the woman squeezed him tight and warm against herself, squealing at the back of her throat, while she hugged the breath-taking, beautiful Japheth in her hold.

Orson smiled in triumph, he watched his excited wife devouring the moment she was going to cherish wholeheartedly while he stood there at her back with adoration spilling through his wide smile.

The case of adoration was different with Lord Yael though. A concerning frown rested on his hard features for the distressed, slightly squirmy rescuer of his as he watched DJ in the arms of the smiling woman. The symptoms of something close to anxiety and stress DJ had shown earlier, found a home in his mind and that was enough for him to produce a disapproving grunt under his throat for the couple to hear.

Loud, rough and clear.

Lilliana pulled back instantly as soon as Yael's voice rang in her ear, she smiled ear to ear as if she got her hands on a great treasure.

DJ, on the other hand, gasped for air. The boy stumbled back into Yael's chest only for the other to grasp his waist and pull him closer until Jerry's face was half hidden in Yael's chest. Needless to say, DJ was overwhelmed with his condition, breathing unregulated and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, the boy stared at Lilliana to Orson and then Orson at Lilliana with wide eyes.

The couple was more than welcoming, it was suffocating. Both Lilliana and Orson were smiling with their teeth on full display, the lightness of their presence, regardless of their build, created a sense of security around which was weirdly effective over the detective. The leading couple of the caravan was professional yet very kind, the people in Ferra market or the people DJ was used to meeting didn't fall under the same category.

It pained him to manage the look of someone who can mingle with normal people, can converse with ease and can function properly like a normal person would considering how the boy suffered from distress and panic. But at the same time, DJ felt a feeling of warmth filling his chest and spreading like a wild fire as he stared at the woman who looked back radiating a motherly aura.

Lilliana looked beautiful when she smiled, her encouraging demeanour proved fruitful when DJ didn't get caught up in any certain reaction regarding his nervous state. Glancing at the sweet wife, Lilliana turned to her husband and the both shared a silent talk, a small argument perhaps which left Orson shaking his head with a chuckle as Lilliana turned back to Yael and Japheth.

"Japheth can travel with us. She will ride my carriage and I will keep good care of her" Lilliana started, her voice soft but authoritative. She smiled in Japheth's direction before meeting eyes with Yael once again.

"You can rest in my husband's carriage if you like, there are few elders with us but they are kind......or you can merge with the crew" she suggested with a raise of brow. Orson nodded along with his wife while he shifted his gaze between the young couple.

DJ looked at Yael, silently conveying not to leave him alone at any cost but the older didn't spare the pleading boy a glance and simply nodded in Lilliana's direction. The lord was unfazed by the detective's turmoil or so the boy thought, the way he was ignored by that grumpy man supported his churning thoughts and he narrowed his eyes.