The door opened with a creak, but the girl inside, concentrating on an incantation, didn’t seem to hear. Izzy entered the room on quiet feet and the door closed behind her. Adelaide, sitting at her desk, looked up quickly, facing the wall. The door clicked locked, and the legs of Adelaide’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood and turned to face Izzy. Izzy walked over to the couch and sat, rubbing the palms of her sweaty hands on her pants.
“The door was supposed to be locked,” said Adelaide in a carefully steady voice.
“It should’ve been, then,” Izzy replied. “I just wanted to...to talk to you, but I wasn’t expecting—” She uttered a small cry of surprise as Adelaide climbed onto the couch next to her, uncomfortably close, her legs under her, facing Izzy. Izzy backed nearly onto the arm of the couch, drawing her legs up onto the couch between them.
“You weren’t expecting a witch?” Adelaide’s voice stayed flat until the last word, spitting it out like it was a curse. Izzy watched Adelaide’s hand rise between them, trembling slightly, blocking her view of the other’s face. Adelaide intoned what sounded like a spell, but the words, though loud enough to be heard, were indistinct. The skin of her hand began to glow red.
“Adelaide, what are you doing?” Izzy asked, her voice breaking.
“If you tell anyone about me, I’ll be executed. So you’re never going to tell anyone anything again.” Adelaide swallowed, her hand trembling harder.
“Adelaide, no,” Izzy protested, her voice rising in panic. She cast about in her mind for something to do, something to save her. Hastily, she did the only thing she could think of: she chanted a spell.
A dog’s barking filled the room, and Adelaide looked up. A dog stood in the corner of the room, barking furiously. Adelaide flicked her glowing red fingers at the dog and the glow shot from her fingers like lightning towards it. The red lightning flew straight through the dog, dissolving it back into the air and leaving a black scorch mark on the wall behind it.
Adelaide sat back on her heels and let out a deep breath. “Izzy, I was going to kill you. What did you come in here for?”
Izzy’s voice was small. “I was going to...going to ask if you’d come to prom with me?” The end of the sentence curled up into a question.
“But not anymore, I suspect.”
Izzy shook her head. “No, you’re wrong. I understand why you did what you did. I would’ve done the same. It’s kill or be killed for witches in this world. So—will you come to prom with me?”
Adelaide opened and closed her mouth several times like a fish out of water, and when words finally came, they stumbled over each other in their rush to get out of her mouth. “Y-yes, I mean, I-I’d love to.”
Quietly, Izzy said, “You were my first kiss, you know, and I kissed lots of boys after, but none of them were as good as you.”
Adelaide leaned forwards and kissed Izzy once, quickly, lightly, on the lips. Izzy’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise, and Adelaide immediately began apologising. “Izzy, I’m sorry, it was an irresistible impulse, I—”
“Shush,” Izzy growled, grabbing Adelaide’s collar and pulling her down to kiss her for longer.
--Sylveon
Apologies for the strangeness of this, but I was merely writing in a more narrative sense my dream of not too long ago.
“The door was supposed to be locked,” said Adelaide in a carefully steady voice.
“It should’ve been, then,” Izzy replied. “I just wanted to...to talk to you, but I wasn’t expecting—” She uttered a small cry of surprise as Adelaide climbed onto the couch next to her, uncomfortably close, her legs under her, facing Izzy. Izzy backed nearly onto the arm of the couch, drawing her legs up onto the couch between them.
“You weren’t expecting a witch?” Adelaide’s voice stayed flat until the last word, spitting it out like it was a curse. Izzy watched Adelaide’s hand rise between them, trembling slightly, blocking her view of the other’s face. Adelaide intoned what sounded like a spell, but the words, though loud enough to be heard, were indistinct. The skin of her hand began to glow red.
“Adelaide, what are you doing?” Izzy asked, her voice breaking.
“If you tell anyone about me, I’ll be executed. So you’re never going to tell anyone anything again.” Adelaide swallowed, her hand trembling harder.
“Adelaide, no,” Izzy protested, her voice rising in panic. She cast about in her mind for something to do, something to save her. Hastily, she did the only thing she could think of: she chanted a spell.
A dog’s barking filled the room, and Adelaide looked up. A dog stood in the corner of the room, barking furiously. Adelaide flicked her glowing red fingers at the dog and the glow shot from her fingers like lightning towards it. The red lightning flew straight through the dog, dissolving it back into the air and leaving a black scorch mark on the wall behind it.
Adelaide sat back on her heels and let out a deep breath. “Izzy, I was going to kill you. What did you come in here for?”
Izzy’s voice was small. “I was going to...going to ask if you’d come to prom with me?” The end of the sentence curled up into a question.
“But not anymore, I suspect.”
Izzy shook her head. “No, you’re wrong. I understand why you did what you did. I would’ve done the same. It’s kill or be killed for witches in this world. So—will you come to prom with me?”
Adelaide opened and closed her mouth several times like a fish out of water, and when words finally came, they stumbled over each other in their rush to get out of her mouth. “Y-yes, I mean, I-I’d love to.”
Quietly, Izzy said, “You were my first kiss, you know, and I kissed lots of boys after, but none of them were as good as you.”
Adelaide leaned forwards and kissed Izzy once, quickly, lightly, on the lips. Izzy’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise, and Adelaide immediately began apologising. “Izzy, I’m sorry, it was an irresistible impulse, I—”
“Shush,” Izzy growled, grabbing Adelaide’s collar and pulling her down to kiss her for longer.
--Sylveon
Apologies for the strangeness of this, but I was merely writing in a more narrative sense my dream of not too long ago.