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Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

How I think a character losing their magic / power would feel like.

Whether your character has acquired this power, or had been born with it, the results are typically the same when you lose said power.

In my opinion, losing your power would be like losing a part of yourself. The power has wedged its way into the characters making, and now it’s gone—dead. A hole is left in its wake and it aches.

Your character is going to be disoriented at the change. It’s different, too different. They’re going to miss the feeling of using their power, they’re going to try and use it again just to make sure.

Their identity has made a complete 180. From being known as someone with their power, to being known as the one who lost theirs.

It’s like losing someone you know, hollowing. Stuck in a loop of denial and making delusional reason. Maybe they think it’s a terrible nightmare. Because surely, this wouldn’t happen to someone like them? They did good with their power—so why is it being taken from them?

When I think of loss of power, I think of blank stares, pitying glances, others navigating around eggshells and not mentioning anything close to their own powers or magic, staring at a wall for long periods of time, and mundane tasks to avoid the startling realisation that this reality is true.

As acceptance readily comes through, life is different but slowly becoming the normal for the character.

They’re going to forget sometimes that they lost their power, and try and use it in the way they used to—only to feel their shoulders slump when nothing happens and that they really did, in fact, lose their power.

— BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND

Will watch and admire from afar, though she will look away and pretend she wasn’t if you look her way.

Says she isn’t the jealous type but will stare down anyone that comes too close to what’s hers.

Not a fan of physical affection unless she initiates it.

Will bring random gifts home that you mentioned liking.

Deflects compliments.

”My hair looks good? Well, that’s because i finally put the effort in to style it.”

Messy mascara and tinted lip stains.

Would rather not talk to others and instead lets her partner take control over their social life.

Loyal. Doesn’t even look someone else’s way. A man tried to flirt with her and she shot him a dirty glare and stalked away, back to her partner.

“I don’t like the way they look at you.”

”Come on, just talk to them a little.” “I’d rather burn.”

Blunt, most definitely socially unacceptable, humour.

Laughs when children falls.

Coffee in the early hours of the morning.

Not very open with her emotions.

”hm? Don’t worry about me, everything is fine.”

”I would rather watch the world burn than to see you hurt.”

(MxF) You may be the man of the relationship, but she has final say.

(FxF) She leads the relationship and takes care of the trivial matters.

Probably has complicated issues and doesn’t want you to be around her family.

”It has nothing to do with you, they’re just.. complicated.”

”Can we talk about them another time? I’m trying to enjoy my morning.”

Not for the faint of heart.

Has a mean streak—she tries for you, but she has her days.

”Can you just leave me alone??”

Her problems build up until she’s a statue staring at the wall, vacant of the woman she was.

As the relationship progresses, she opens up to you.

”I didn’t tell you these things because.. look, does it matter?”

Refuses to admit to your face that she didn’t trust you.

On that matter, she has crippling trust issues.

Wary of most things, doesn’t trust anyone around you.

”Why do you care?”

”Can’t you just stay away from them?”

”It’s none of my business.”