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@sIytherinheir
            
             are you alright?  ( she sounded concerned, already having her medical kit prepared for him. she pulled back a chair for him,, setting down a bowl of warm chicken soup on the table. ) eat something warm, you're shivering. 

oriana, i'm fine.  [ he states, giving a roll of his eyes as mattheo sighed.  ]  sorry, i didn't mean to make you all worried, and that— i might have been in another altercation.  

@sIytherinheir 
            
            ( the witch nodded,, furiously attacking the already shining silverware with her cleaning supplies,, something she always did when stressed— cleaning. ) i've been looking all over for you,, you just... left... ( she angled her body slightly to look at him. ) tell me you didn't get into a fight again,, ( she sighed. )

[ he merely shrugged, though the teasing glint in his dark brown eyes lingered, never fading as he reached for the quill once again. he began drafting his objections to the latest decision, each stroke was calculated as he ensured his reasoning aligned seamlessly with the dark lord’s will. ]

@sanguisvici 
            
            ( oriana always tried to maintain a professional demeanor at work, making sure she was always following the rules. however, armand made her want to forget everything she'd ever known. a light blush decorated the curve of her cheeks, and she gave him a small smile, her one sharp canine peeking out from her lip. she knew how to take a compliment, but she wasn't good at dealing with one. ) you wouldn't do that,, ( she remarked, her tone soft, but carrying surprise, as if she was unable to believe he'd actually do that, as if he were exaggerating. )

[ his pen scratched lazily across the parchment as he signed yet another document, the tedium evident in the faint arch of his brow. without looking up, he murmured, ] oh, perhaps i should mention it to the minister himself.. [ his tone was laced with biting sarcasm, smooth yet charged with an undertone of mischief. ] perhaps i’ll detail how my secretary insists on tempting me, parading around like she’s unaware of the effect she has, [ setting the quill aside, he finally glanced her way, the slightest curve tugging at the edge of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, the boredom in his posture countered by the spark of provocation in his words. ] or how i’m one thin wall away from losing my last shred of professionalism? and the only thing holding me back is the thought of those paper-thin walls not being enough to muffle the sounds i’d drag out of you.

*       :) 

@sanguisvici 
            
            ( the smile on her face when he told her to put something on widened, because whilst other women would jump at the chance of wearing as little as possible to attract attention, oriana loved to wear as many clothes possible— extra protection from germs. she took off her black blazer and after placing it neatly folded on her desk, she wore her long, black trench coat over her black pants and white blouse. she was always warm, she was always cozy and as a result, always happy. her fingers grabbed her clip board and a quill, and within less than two minutes, she was standing by his side. )

what’s said is said,   [ a fleeting glance at his watch marked the time as he kept swirling the pen between his fingers before setting it down with purpose. rising to his full height, his broad shoulders cast a shadow over the desk as he looked at her, his gaze lingering for just a moment. ]   you have five minutes. and put something on, it’s likely to be cold.

@sanguisvici 
            
            ( her eyes spoke volumes, and her lips struggled to hide her smile, but she managed to keep a neutral face anyway. truth be told, she had no answer to his question, as she had asked to accompany him out of sheer impulse and nothing else but the desire to be close to him whenever she could. ) actually, never mind.. ( she cleared her throat awkwardly, instantly taking out her baby wipes to wipe her hands. ) i.. i think i'll finish calling the department of mysteries to follow up on the stolen articles...

( the brunette shrugged slightly, like she had nothing else to say on the matter. truth be told, she could write pages about why she didn't want to involve herself with rosier but she didn't want to argue with odette. ) i think he has bipolar... 

i know he’s not the easiest man to deal with, but neither are you. sometimes that’s just how it works.   ( she shifted slightly, finishing the last bite of strawberry before leaning back against the cold wall, the chill sinking through the fabric of her shirt. )   they say opposite poles attract each other for a reason,

@corvusbld 
            
            if i want someone else to notice me, i'd want them to like me for me, not because i suddenly changed my wardrobe,, ( the brunette commented, her green eyes locked onto odette's with a warning glare, as if the other witch had just suggested something so entirely atrocious. rosier lived like a pig, oriana had once caught the man pick up something from the floor and eat it, there was no way she would remain sane with him. ) rosier?? really?? ( she echoed. ) no way !!

@sIytherinheir 
            
            i want you to eat something— merlin, you've lost a lot of weight...

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@sIytherinheir 
            
            i told you, i'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong, ( oriana remarked calmly, unbothered by the harsh tone the other had taken with her. )

let’s be honest, we’re not living in the roaring twenties anymore, so it’s high time to retire that outfit of yours,  (  she said with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief. she examined the older witch’s attire as if it were a relic from a bygone era, her own ensemble perfectly curated, embodying the latest trends as if she had just stepped off a magazine cover. )   i’m taking you shopping tomorrow,  ( she declared, a hint of authority in her tone, )   and don’t worry, i’ll have daddy give you a day off. you deserve a refresh, and trust me, you’ll feel fabulous in something more… modern.  ( her laughter rang like music, dripping with confidence as she leaned in closer, letting her manicured fingers lightly tap the table. )   because honestly, we both know you’re way too fierce to be hiding behind those outdated clothes.

@corvusbld 
            
            ( her hands were shaking slightly, at the thought of wearing something that could expose her to germs. as it was, she was already cautiously changing her clothes three times a day, and washing her hands a hundred times. she did dress really well, she put in an effort; that much was clear. oriana enjoyed the shopping, and the picking of her outfits— her style was rather dainty and classy, and but it was modest. she never showed any more skin than what was necessary. she always long-sleeves, always wore socks, boots, and trousers, never donning dresses or skirts unless she wore stockings underneath. she also wore gloves most of the time except whilst she was at work or at home, protecting her hands from all things dirty. ) i think this looks pretty, ( oriana remarked, persistent on keeping her design. ) or i'll wear my black trench coat, that's better... ( black was her comfort color— it was the color she wore every, single day. looking in the mirror, she took in the outfit, satisfied with it. the slimness of her tiny waist could just barely be seen within the open trench coat, and her hands, face and neck were the only bits of skin that were visible. )

 i liked the first version better,    ( she remarked, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she clicked her tongue with an air of practiced impatience. her perfectly manicured nails—polished in a classic french style—tapped rhythmically on the vanity’s edge, each tap echoing her silent disapproval. her gaze drifted slowly over the older witch’s outfit, eyes narrowing as she took in every choice, every layer with an almost surgical precision. leaning forward, her tone softened, yet her words remained laced with sharpness. )   really, you should aim for something a little less… grandmotherly. or worse, something a nun might pick.