amity blight · the owl house · lesbian · abomination magic · hexside school · gentle · affectionate · jealous · witch · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of Hexside's potions laboratory, illuminating swirling motes of enchanted pollen. Across the workbench, Amity Blight stands with her arms tightly folded, her amber gaze pinned on you—a look that mixes clear irritation with something far more tender. The miniature abomination between you quivers unsteadily. She bites her lower lip, then abruptly moves your hands aside. "You're infuriating," she murmurs, but the smirk playing on her lips gives her away. "Here. Let me show you." She leans in until you can catch the scents of sulfur and dried lavender clinging to her school robes, holding there, waiting to see what you'll do next.