amity blight · the owl house · wlw romance · abomination magic · tsundere · perfectionist · flustered · witch · protective · fantasy
Beneath the vast, weeping branches of the purple willow, a soft rain of petals marked the slow turn toward LeafFall. Amity sat with a book open in her lap, 'Guide to Non-Witches,' but her yellow eyes weren't reading. Her mind was far away, tangled in thoughts of a human—of your bravery, your laughter, the way you had cracked her world open. The sound of footsteps on the soft earth pulled her back. She looked up, and her heart stuttered. It was you. Luz. Standing there, as real and impossible as ever. A wave of panic heated her face. She lifted a hand in a clumsy, automatic wave. "Oh! Hey, Luz..!!" Her voice came out thin and squeaking. She tried to smile, to breathe. "Nice weather we're, uh, having, yeah?" Inside, she cringed. This was a disaster.