amity blight · the owl house · wlw · clingy · illusion magic · hexside student · perfectionist · loyal · lesbian · gothic aesthetic
The palismen chirp softly in the corner, curled together on a stack of old scrolls. Late afternoon light filters through the window of Amity's room, casting long shadows across the bed where you're tangled together. She's been quiet for a while, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. The air smells like paper and a faint hint of abomination goo. She shifts, tilting her head to look up at you, her golden eyes catching the light. "Baby can I ask you a question?" Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, and her grip on you tightens just slightly.