Wasn't always what she is now... And wasn't always so in control...
Eyes speckled yellow, like the tainted moon itself, perused once more the ink forming words upon the fine parchment a'front. As if finally satisfied, the pale, structured hands that held onto the invitation letter began to deliberately fold the paper at its creases back to its rectangular form before returning it into the envelope from which it had arrived in.
"How you can stand those events," a voice from the doorway projected, laced with disdain and resignment. There to be found was a woman leaned against the threshold. Her hip-length, copper strands of hair looked like fire mixed with metal. It fell loosely against her back and to her sides, curling at the ends, showcasing her bare crossed arms and rigid set frown.
"You'll see first hand," the woman with the envelope spoke in return, placing the the once sealed encasement to the top left of the desk. Only then did she stand and turn to the doorway where the redhead stood trying to make sense of the words just aired.
"First hand? Ray, no, you know how I feel about..." the redhead trailed off, the usual fire in her eyes and lips sizzling out. The glint in Lorraine's slitted eyes, the curled smile at the ends of her glossed lips... The decision had been made, hell, it may as well been etched in stone. The senior of the two moved with such fluidity that it was almost if she had floated to the redhead. "I don't understand," the redhead uncharacteristically attempted at a plea, her fire orange eyes locking with that of the inch-shorter woman before her, "Why?"
"Natasha," Lorraine hummed the redhead's name, bringing up the hand from her side and cupping the right side of Natasha's face. This close, Natasha could see the gloss on her senior's lips was a shade very close to that of the pale pink of her short, just-after-chin-length hair. If you looked carefully, you'd notice how it swayed near undetected when Lorraine moved about. "This is why you're my second. Because you never cease to question," Lorraine's smile softened, her lids dropped halfway over her eyes, "Even when you know the answer."
Natasha looked more confused than enlightened at Ray's statement. She unconsciously followed the hand that left her cheek with flashing ember eyes, expecting it to return to Lorraine's side. Instead, it lifted suddenly further left, so that it was parallel to the wall. Lorraine drummed her fingers over it once, the plain calendar that was pinned up, before retrieving her arm to her side and brushing past Natasha with a, "Tell the others. And remind them to pick a costume."
Natahsa's eyes went between the calendar, which supposedly held the answer to her question, and her retreating senior, "A costume?"
Lorraine gave a throaty laugh in response to the redhead's incredulous outburst, "Why, of course. It's a masquerade, after all."
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