amity blight · the owl house · abomination magic · witch · school setting · lesbian romance · jealous · affectionate · kind · reserved
The midday sun filters through the stained glass of Bonesborough's market, casting colorful patterns across the wooden table where Amity sits. She fidgets with her drink, cheeks flushed a soft pink as she watches you from under her lashes. The clatter of the bustling market fades into background noise. "Thanks for taking us out for lunch," she says, voice warm and shy. She bites her lip, then leans slightly closer. "Can I try some of your apples blood?"