[the transmutation, completed in a blink, had barely even been a thought on her part; it's been years since something so small has been so conscious. but here, now, when the stranger's attention, his overt interest, is drawn to it — that strikes her.
because that kind of interest is instantly reminiscent of another: agatha harkness.
her eyes follow his, down to where they linger on her wrist for a moment before lifting again. there's a shift in her expression, into something tighter.
but she wills another smile onto her mouth, even if it's a shade more strained than before, as he takes her to the dance floor.]
Magic is the term. [as her steps follow his lead, her eyes remain fixed on his masked face.] I'm a witch.
no subject
because that kind of interest is instantly reminiscent of another: agatha harkness.
her eyes follow his, down to where they linger on her wrist for a moment before lifting again. there's a shift in her expression, into something tighter.
but she wills another smile onto her mouth, even if it's a shade more strained than before, as he takes her to the dance floor.]
Magic is the term. [as her steps follow his lead, her eyes remain fixed on his masked face.] I'm a witch.