ATOM.

VARAKAAR.

        she’s amenable , adaptable , having stayed in stephen’s house was more of a … last minute change of plans . she didn’t mean to invade it , to leave little traces of her living their  , albeit temporarily ; really , she’d missed him to such a degree , that she’d sought him out . upon arriving here , obviously , she’d discovered that he was away , and so she’d set herself on feeling as much at home as she could , in someone else’s .    

        he’d have every reason to be annoyed that she had , and her clear lack of apology for it ; but ever was he a kind enough man to withhold his judgement , and disapproving tone. she leans over the counter , as best she can , and kisses his cheek ; she smells like strawberries . 

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         “        i did …     she tests the confession ; as though he wouldn’t already know the answer ; she wore the evidence like a badge, after all . she rounds the island , to stand by his side , gently tugging down the hem of the shirt like it somehow might grow to be several inches longer. “      i suppose i could always change …     

              when she pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek the sorcerer all but froze in place, hesitating in even the slightest movement as he was — unsure, of what to do, truthfully. the smell of strawberries that surrounded her was a pleasant surprise, his eyes half-closing as he looked down towards her features. 

the closer she came the more notes of vanilla and.. something heavy, the smell of rained on concrete, for some sort of explanation. he’s been told it might have something to do with the lightning magics he has been practicing as of late, though he cared not. eyes intently followed her as his eyes followed her movement — immediately looking away and clearing his throat when she adjusted his shirt lower. 

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the thought of her changing peaked his curiosity — an eyebrow quirking, as he glanced to look towards her face once more.   “   change into what?   ”