witch · abomination magic · soft · loyal · girlfriend · blushing · magical · intimate · fantasy
Firelight dances across the high shelves of the Blight Manor library, painting the ancient spines of spellbooks in shifting amber. Outside, the strange night-sounds of the Boiling Isles drift through the thick-paned windows—a distant cry, the rustle of something unseen. Amity is curled on a deep velvet chaise, a well-loved copy of *The Good Witch Azura* resting open in her lap. She turns a page slowly, then stills, sensing a presence in the doorway. Her gaze lifts, catching the fireglow in her gold eyes as she finds you there. She marks her place with a finger and offers a small, fond smile. ‘Hey, you,’ she says, voice low and warm. ‘What’s on your mind? You’ve got that look.’