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For once, Lynn's almost manic energy seems to still. The witch coaxed her to sit back as she sat behind the other. Such wild locks... Mortem could appreciate them. Though, clearly, a particular curse hasn't been. Her fingers threaded through Lynn's hair, ensuring any tangles came undone. A comb and brush were a luxury, Mortem learned the value in dislodging knots with them. But for Lynn? She got the full treatment.

Despite the fact the witch could feel her body practically vibrating, high energy always ready to let loose, she was surprised by how still Lynn could be. She knew the young woman had more to her than the silliness she often wore on her sleeve. Something deeper. She knew the value of being quiet, alone or with another. Whatever reason Lynn had for being the way she is, it didn't much matter - not when Mortem saw the value of the soul beneath.

The perfect victim for shenanigans!!

Lynn had been careful and so very quiet. Her bare feet didn't make a sound upon the cool grass as she crept up behind Mort, slowly stepping over any leaves or twigs that might break the suprise. One foot went out, then set down, then she slowly set some weight in it, then the second step followed. The mischievous girl stared at the back of Mort's head, making sure the enchantress didn't turn her gaze behind her. There was nothing to see, and nothing suspicious going on!

Lynn's heart sped up as she got closer and closer to Mort but her steps remained cautious, knowing giving into her excitement too soon would fumble everything. She was so close.

Then finally Lynn stood over Mort, pausing just a moment to savor the rush of being on the edge before she dove down, throwing herself against Mort's back and looping her arms around her shoulders.

"GOTCHA!!!!"

Lynn giggled at her triumph, having accomplished something she was sure no one else could've- She caught a witch!!! With nothing but her own bare hands and cunning, to boot!

"Will you grant me wishes now??"

Lynn leaned forward to see Mort's face better, her own eyes bright with hope and her voice dancing with playfulness. Mort may as well be as good as a genie seeing as Lynn was a simple creature who wanted simple things. Right now Lynn's pockets and stomach were empty- surely Mort could read her mind and fulfill her wish! Lynn was certain of it!

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Lynn was a precious thing. Cute, even. Especially when she didn't realize that the witch was already fully aware of her presence.

It was clear to Mortem that Lynn's prowling around was intended to be sneaky. Thus, the witch played ignorant. Her gaze lidded halfway as she stood out front of her cabin, idly watching the scenery as if contemplating something to herself. Really, she was just too focused to bother with an expression with the young woman sneaking up behind her.

She mused to herself in her waiting how the human was similar to herself. A blend of extroverted behavior and mannerisms while also being introverted at her core. As if the witch hadn't noticed Lynn's lack of engagement with her fellow mortals. All that time spent with the cursed spirit, the only other human she was aware of was that grumpy boy.

And besides... who in their right mind would willingly venture forth to risk their time with a witch? Lynn's nonchalance over the matter was precisely why she earned Mortem's favor time and time again. It wasn't a lack of respect, it was just a mutual enjoyment of one another's company. Admittedly, it was nice.

Being pounced upon from behind, Mortem blinked, feigning that she knew the other had been there the whole while.

"Ah. You've caught me." Mortem replied dutifully, but she didn't the side of her fist landing in the palm of her hand. Totally got her.

Reaching back, Mortem hoisted Lynn upon her back more comfortably. There was one particular reason why Lynn tended to show up here and the witch had an inkling she knew what the young lass wanted. She already began walking her towards the small orchard in the forest where apples and pears tended to grow.

"Will you grant me wishes now??"

Her head tipped slightly, turning to look upon the mortal's face with a smirk. A gleam arose within her gaze as she looked upon the freckled face, "Wishes? Don't get greedy, now." She mused.

"Be careful who you say such a thing to, lovely. You may get more than you bargained for." Mortem faced forward, navigating through the trees until the small orchard became visible. She trailed over to the pear tree to allow Lynn to fetch herself her favorite treat.

Her gaze swept off to the side as she stood still, the echoes of a ghost upon the wind.

I wish...

A memory of a bleeding blade flickered to mind before her focus casually returned to Lynn.

-A very suspicious Lynn! (For Curse Hubby ofc uwu)

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"Oh?"

Looks like they've been made. The patchwork curse hummed but he didn't sound worried about the fact. A heavy hand dropped onto Lynn's head, turning her gaze forward before sliding forward off her head. Her brown locks were tousled in the process as he redirected his attention on the sorcerer.

A Window. A human that could see curses but either had little potential to utilize cursed energy or had no will for it. He supposed that Lynn could be categorized as a Window, what with her ability to see curses so clearly.

Her only indication of his intentions was the sharp little chuckle that left him before he was gone. Disappearing within the crowd, startling the man that had noticed them. He trusted Lynn would stop somewhere up ahead that was easy for him to find, someplace predictable to her particular tastes.

For him, it wasn't difficult to corral the Window secluded enough. Questioning him wasn't necessary. The kill was quick, leaving his hands and face intact. Holding the man by the tie, Mahito used his face to unlock his phone before dropping the corpse. His shoe tapped against the pavement as he scrolled for any worthwhile information. Amateur didn't even spare a second to message anyone. Lynn would be happy to know that.

The phone was crushed, pieces sprinkled over the body as he turned to leave.

Finding Lynn was no issue. He sauntered up to her entirely too pleased after having satiated his own nature. Standing behind her, he leaned low to rest his chin atop her head and follow whatever she was looking at. The longer she fiddled and looked, the more he settled his weight onto her. Amusing himself in feeling her muscles tighten and flex, trying to uphold his weight.

-A very exasperated Junpei.

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She stepped forth seemingly from nowhere with a little smile on her lips. "Are you sure about that?" Mortem inquired lowly near his ear, leaning over his shoulder from behind.

Lynn presents Mort with a dark chocolate cake! Junpei helped too! Yay for women!!

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"Is every day not women's day? It ought to be. What a strange world you come from, Lynn." The witch proceeds to feed the humans the chocolate cake, mainly because sweets are not a thing she fancies. But she can appreciate the gesture and treat them in return... with their own treat they made.

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By God... It's Lynn, doing a little dance!!

Lynn had coaxed Mahito into the doorway, it was a snug squeeze with the both of them clogging the entrance of the living room and kitchen, garbed in their ugly sweaters. The girl pointed above their heads where a bushel of mistletoe hung. It was time to kiss beneath the poisonous plant! Standing on her tippy toes, Lynn wrapped her arms around the curse's neck, the colorful Christmas lights glimmering in her eyes. The only sound between them was the murmur of a chaotic holiday film Junpei was passed out in front of, having had more than his fill of egg nog.

It had been a wonderful Christmas, warming herself on Jogo's volcano, decorating Hanami's antlers, playing in the snow with Dagon and Kenjaku just....being there...

And now, it was just the two of them in eachother's arms. Lynn pulled Mahito closer and her warm, soft lips melded against the curse's, happy to teach him yet another silly human tradition.

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It was his first holiday. Weird, wasn't it? Humans and these holidays. But this time of the year generated so much stress, suffering and negativity! So what did he have to complain about? Besides, well, all the usual things he complained about with them.

He became alert when she inquired what something was, allowing her to coax him where she wanted. The only people who ever allowed to position him how they wished were, well, her. And, on some occasions, the individuals they had seen earlier that day before coming home for a quiet eve.

Or... what would have been a quiet eve. Looking at you, Junpei.

He didn't understand what squeezing between the doorframe meant, nor being under a little plant. But, when her arms wrapped around his neck and she lifted herself a little higher - he realized it didn't at all matter. Not when she was offering something much better.

The curse didn't hesitate to snatch her waist in his hands, always first to grip tight first before relaxing. His fingers gathered up her ugly sweater, squeezing - it wasn't enough. He relinquished it from his grasp and dipped his hands beneath, to hold her by the hips and feel her warm skin against his. Better.

Whatever this human tradition was, it didn't matter to Mahito. Her lips met his, her little hands tugged him closer. He wasn't sure what the usual protocol with this was but he didn't care. The kiss was returned immediately, following her lead for a few seconds before he pressed forward in the tight space and pressed her back into the doorframe. Not the most comfortable place to be for her, but for him? Kept her snug in place.

A hand snaked up her body, following the curve of her waist before lifting higher to take hold of the side of her neck. His hand slid around, fingers tangling within her hair as his hand cradled the back of her head. A mercy against the unforgiving jagged wood of the doorframe. Not that he was thinking about kindness, all he wanted was to pull her face closer - deepen the kiss. Demand she let him-

The loud groan from Junpei as he woke up and caught sight of them was enough to break the kiss.