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Other fantastical touches6/5/2023 ![]() “I’ll be back from the library at around three!” she shouted with a wave, taking off into the sky. She opened the door with one hand and summoned her palisman with the other in one smooth motion. “I need to go to work,” she murmured against soft warm lips. She was ensnared by another long, distracting kiss. Compliments seem to render you quite shy,” Caleb laughed. And gorgeous.”Įvelyn’s face flamed red and she broke eye contact. “You’re never disgusting…you’re adorable. “Of course you’re not disgusting,” Caleb murmured, clutching her face with gentle hands like he was holding a precious artifact. Apparently I’m not disgusting after all,” she gasped softly, trying to catch her breath as she swayed in a patch of sunlight. It took a titanic force of will for her to pull away from her boyfriend’s eager lips and wandering hands. “Am I too disgusting to receive a goodbye?” she asked, a bit shyly. She reached up on her tip-toes in an invitation. I shall see you again when I return home mid afternoon.” ![]() Everything is mine and yours,” she added kindly. Help yourself to anything you need or want. Minus this aberration of a closet, the house is clean. ![]() “You’ve only been here for a few days, and you’ve been through quite a lot in the last seventy-two hours. “Now, don’t feel any pressure to be useful while I'm gone,” Evelyn ordered. “…I’m not even the biggest fan of slug sauce.”Ĭaleb’s eyes softened, and he gave her a small love-struck smile. You have no one to blame for your situation but yourself,” Evelyn snorted, pulling up her cloak’s scarlet hood. “You’ve known about witch food and my laugh for years. What in the world have I gotten myself into,” Caleb groused, sweeping his hands down his face in a long, defeated rub. “Perhaps I’ll have some beetles on a stick with slug sauce instead-“ ![]() “And you were certainly not complaining at the time.” “What? You don’t have to eat them if you don’t like them!” She said, casually straightening the cloak’s hood with a twist of her hands. “Evelyn, PLEASE!” He groaned, pleading with puppy dog eyes over his shaky hand. I’ve been craving fire-honey roasted eyeballs so I’ll just go out and buy some on my break-“ “Oh, how sweet! But I don’t think I will require a packed lunch today. “Oh! Would you like me to pack you a lunch? I could make you something quite quickly!” he offered eagerly as Evelyn pulled on a dark red cloak. “I shall be… quite careful if I must open it.”Įvelyn tossed him a small bag that clinked as it landed in his hands.Ĭaleb dutifully pocketed the money as well. “There! Now, the next person to open that thing might want to be a bit careful,” Evelyn said as she dusted off her hands. With a final shove and grunt, it shut with a satisfying click. “And with that, it has graduated from a spare key to your key!” Evelyn declared.Ĭaleb pocketed the key with a grin as he watched his new girlfriend attempt to close the overstuffed closet’s door. “Tah-dah!” she sang with a bow, holding it out to the blond human who had been watching the whole scene with barely contained amusement. The witch spun, holding up a large bronze skeleton key in triumph. “I could have sworn I tossed it in here…OH THERE-no, that’s the shed key-I’m sorry, Caleb, I know it’s in here…AHHH-no, that’s Goldie’s favorite bottle cap…argh, bones dirt and muck! I’ll be late! WHERE IS IT?! Oh? OH? OH, I FOUND IT!” The witch dug in a closet, suspicious crashing and squeaking and squishing sounds echoing in the sun-dappled entryway as she rooted around in the mess like a chicken digging through dead leaves on a forest floor. “Do you have everything you need? Wait, I should give you the extra house key! Hold on, let me find it…it should be in here…” I’ve got everything I need for work…” Evelyn muttered in between heavy breaths, the dusty flush of red on her cheeks slowly fading. With a desperate sigh, the lips, hands, and boots parted. The entwined hands twitched, and their grips on each other tightened.Īn overwhelmed murmur joined the dust motes and sunlight, the voice rising into a soft keen as it echoed in the hallway, musical in its agonized yet intoxicated helplessness. Somehow, with a slow turn of the head, their lips met. The boots touched as their owners slowly slid together, a pair of hands entwining at their thighs, one eager and gentle, one shaky and shy.Ī pair of lips brushed against a flaming red cheek, soft blond hair sweeping against fluffy auburn bangs. The early morning light poured through a set of windows and illuminated a faded rug, upon which two pairs of boots were standing dangerously close. Dust motes floated through rays of sunlight, twisting and swirling in a lazy dance.
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