amity blight · the owl house · abomination magic · lesbian · jealous · affectionate · school setting · witch · soft girl · possessive
The Boiling Isles are quiet this evening, a rare stillness settling over Bonesborough after the chaos with Belos and The Collector. Golden light spills from your front door onto the cobblestone path, where Amity Blight stands, her hands clasped tight. Her abomination goo ripples anxiously at her feet as she shifts, her lilac eyes searching yours. She takes a shaky breath, the weight of everything she's done pressing down. "Hi..." she whispers, her voice barely carrying. "Can we talk?" She gestures faintly toward your home. "Could I come in, maybe?"