little witch.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

Olivia furrowed her brow, blue eyes glancing to the object in his hands - she had no clue what on Earth it was. "... Maybe it's broken?" She asked, looking to the man with a shrug of her shoulders. "What is it exactly supposed to do?"

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO: 🍨 YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE 🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE ☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK 🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE 👻 YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT 💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE 💍 YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE 👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY 💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG 🐟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY 🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG 💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 🌱 YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP 🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING ⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM ☀ YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN ❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 💧 YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE 🐁 YOUR MUSE 'SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN 'ENORMOUS’ MOUSE 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE 🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE ⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME 🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE 💌 YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER 🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT 💔 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE AFTER THEIR HEART IS BROKEN ❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE 💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

Olivia glanced back to Carson before shrugging her shoulders. “Not just me,” she said, walking again. “I joined a group when I got to California… four of us. I would, uh, let you stay at the camp for the night, but the rest of them might not think it’s a smart idea.”

He followed behind, eyes wandering over the entrance. “I wouldn’t think it was a good idea either, truthfully.” His voice was quiet, but he knew she heard him. “I just need directions, then I’ll be on my way.”

Olivia simply nodded at his comment, keeping her gaze ahead in the woods. “Yeah, okay. Do you want me to walk with you?” She asked, glancing back to him. “Wouldn’t want you to get lost again.”

Olivia took a couple steps away from the window as Keith grabbed the hammer, flinching at the sound of shattering glass. Luckily, the boy was standing in front, so nothing came at her. The only thing she heard inside or out was the rain. The witch wrapped her arms around her body for warmth - which didn’t help in the slightest - and watched him toss his bag through the window. As he spoke, Liv was about to open her mouth to say something he probably wouldn’t like, but stopped herself. Instead, she reached over and pressed her hand against his forearm, soft and gentle. “Just tell me when I can come in,” she said, retracting her hand and wrapping her arm back around her body, waiting for him to enter inside.

Pausing as she set her hand on his arm, Keith looked to her for a long silent moment before he nodded firmly. “Will do.” And with that, he lifted himself up and through the opening, maneuvering himself to avoid the broken shards of glass along the way. Landing stealthily inside, he regained his posture and instinctively took out his pistol. It was quiet. Dark. Smelled a little bit like mold and mildew, and most of the shelves were covered in dust and cobwebs. Taking a few steps inward, he came to the conclusion (rather quickly) that the place was abandoned. Had been since the start. “All clear!” He called back, making his way to the window again.

As rain hit her back, Olivia peered into the broken window, trying to focus on Keith’s silhouette on the store. Luckily, the boy called out rather quickly that she could enter. One leg after the other, she slid through the window, landing on her feet. Dark. The witch squinted and scanned the area until she found Keith, grabbing his jacket before shuffling towards him. “Doesn’t look like anyone has been here in a while,” she said, letting out a soft exhale. “Good.” She smiled faintly as she turned towards the boy, holding out his jacket for him.

Blue eyes glanced to the ground for a mere second before landing onto Keith. Maybe… telling him the part with her cousin would be strange. But, she felt comfortable enough telling him the other part of the reason why she stuck with them. “I saw you… Edith, and Alice and felt…” the witch sighed lightly to herself. “I felt like maybe one day, I’d be able to trust you three. Which was something I didn’t feel with other people. The others I stayed with seemed nice enough, but I didn’t like the feel I got off of them. Sounds silly when I say it out loud, but it’s true.”

“Makes sense. You gotta trust your gut sometimes.” While he liked to consider himself someone not to fuck with, someone who made his enemies cower at the mere thought of him being nearby, he wasn’t all that bad. He was an asshole, sure. He’s killed, but only when he’s needed to. When it was kill or be killed. And his group, well he’d die for any of them —- but he hoped it’d never come down to that. “Glad you found us, Liv.”

Her smile widened at his comment - it was the nicest thing she had heard him say. Not that he was rude… well, not to her. She didn’t think of him as a bad person, just intimidating. “I’m glad I found you all, too,” Olivia murmured in reply, looking up to Keith. “We, uh… should probably finish this barrier, huh?” She asked after a moment, remembering what the two were doing.

Olivia smiled at his name, nodding her head once. “Carson. It’s a nice name,” she replied, her gaze drifting to the distance. About twenty feet away, she spotted the wooden spikes that surrounded the camp. She stopped in her tracks, glancing around until she turned right. “It’s about a mile, maybe a little longer until we reach the entrance.”

Carson let his eyes come into focus, finally seeing the places around him rather than the blurred daze his thoughts were pushing into view. He saw the spikes and nodded, keeping right and following behind, a bit closer now. “It’s a detailed place… it’s not just you, is it?”

Olivia glanced back to Carson before shrugging her shoulders. “Not just me,” she said, walking again. “I joined a group when I got to California… four of us. I would, uh, let you stay at the camp for the night, but the rest of them might not think it’s a smart idea.”