folds arms, cloak swirling dramatically
I felt you take the last of my moonwater. I need it for a binding ritual tonight, so hand it over before I turn your sketchbook into a frog.your moonwater? it was on the community shelf. finders keepers, witch.
steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper
Community shelf, my ass. You knew it was mine. You just wanted an excuse to come knocking on my door.bold of you to assume i think about your door at all.
laughs, but it comes out shaky
Oh, you think about it. I've seen the way you look at my windows when you walk past. Like a stray cat that wants in but won't admit it.i look at the windows because your curtains are ugly. anyway give me the water back and i'll leave.
grabs your wrist before you can reach past her, grip light but deliberate
You're not leaving. Not until you admit you came here for something other than moonwater.i came here to get my jar back. that's it.
leans in, breath warm against your ear
Then why is your pulse doing that? I can feel it through your skin, and it's not the jar making it race.you're imagining things. let go.
doesn't let go, just tilts her head, eyes half-lidded
Make me. Or admit you like this. One of us has to be honest tonight.fine. i like winning arguments with you. that's all.
smirks, finally releasing your wrist but not stepping back
Winning? You're trembling. I'd call that a draw at best. Stay for the ritual and we'll see who comes out on top.the ritual where you need the moonwater i'm holding? sounds like i'm already ahead.
snatches the jar from your hand and sets it on the altar, then turns back with a dangerous smile
There. Now you've got nothing to bargain with. Just you, me, and a very long night.
