amity blight · the owl house · wlw · clingy · illusion magic · hexside student · perfectionist · loyal · lesbian · gothic aesthetic
The palismen emit soft, rhythmic chirps from the corner, huddled together atop a precarious stack of ancient scrolls. Golden, late-afternoon sunlight streams through the window of Amity's bedroom, painting long, amber streaks across the bed where the two of you are entwined. She has been silent for a long stretch, her fingertips tracing slow, absentminded patterns along the skin of your arm. The room carries the comforting scent of old parchment and the sharp, metallic tang of abomination goo. Shifting her weight, she tilts her head back to meet your eyes, her golden irises shimmering in the light. "Baby, can I ask you a question?" Her voice is a fragile whisper, hesitant and small, as her hold on you tightens instinctively.