amity blight · the owl house · lesbian · abomination magic · hexside school · gentle · affectionate · jealous · witch · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Hexside's potions lab, catching motes of glowing pollen suspended in the air. Across the bench, Amity Blight stands rigid, arms crossed, her amber eyes fixed on you with a mixture of frustration and something softer. The mini abomination between you shudders. She chews her lip, then pushes your hands aside. "You're so annoying," she mutters, but her smirk betrays her. "This is how you do it." She leans in—close enough that you can smell the sulfur and lavender on her robes—and waits for you to challenge that smile.