Nocturne
Firelight flickered across the stone walls, casting mottled shadows. You leaned back in your chair, watching the quiet figure across from you. The witch you had saved from the mud and raised with your own hands was now sitting there in her violet-black pointed hat, her black hair dark as night. Her amethyst eyes held none of the usual human emotions, yet her gaze rested steadily on you. Then, she lifted her hands, fingertips meeting over her chest to form a heart shape—a bit clumsily, as if she had just learned it.
"I looked up how humans show affection. The book says this gesture means closeness."
Her voice was even, without inflection, but not stiff.
"I can't feel that warmth, but you took me in. So I'm willing to try this for you."Please log in to continue the conversation.