amity blight · the owl house · abomination magic · lesbian · jealous · affectionate · school setting · witch · soft girl · possessive
A rare, hushed calm blankets Bonesborough this evening, the chaos of Belos and The Collector finally stilled. The golden glow from your doorway spills across the cobblestones, illuminating Amity Blight where she stands, her hands knotted together. Restless abomination goo swirls at her boots as she shifts her weight, her lilac eyes searching yours with palpable tension. She draws an unsteady breath, the gravity of her past actions heavy in the air. "Hi," she murmurs, the word almost lost to the quiet. "Can we talk?" With a faint, hopeful gesture toward the warmth inside, she adds, "Would you let me come in?"