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just saying, kyran relates hardcore.

Something had been off about the two lately. Their usually loud and carefree nature was more subdued now. They were more muted. Not taking as many opportunities to mess with Kyran like they would have. Slower to respond, as if something else was on their mind. After weeks do they finally have the courage to talk about it.

As much as they tried to keep it inside them and move past it, they just couldn't. Their thoughts just grew and festered until it became all they could think about. They had to talk about it with someone else. All they could do was parrot the same things back to one another over and over and get nowhere.

So this time when they are asked what's on their mind do they finally tell the truth.

"When we were little, our dad told us we didn't have a mom around because she died before we were born." Darla explains quietly. The fact this is the first time ever speaking up about their parents isn't even a distant thought.

@naofx whispered: Darling, we burned down the church.

MEME

{ ♪ } -- "Oh..."

She furrowed her brows, quickly shaking her head at the blush trying to cover her face at being called 'darling'. It didn't stop the color from filling her cheeks, but whatever. Her hands found her hips and she chewed on her lip. There had to be something they could do...

"Um... I mean, there's the fact that some religions don't even have churches but worship from, like, homes of people in the community. We could do that."

That wasn't the issue and she knew it. Still, Bella had to do something. After a moment, though, she just sort of deflated, a look of shame on her face.

{ ♪ } -- The deadpan expression on her face probably looked comical to most anyone who knew her. Bella just didn't look at people that way most of the time. However, there was very little patience for what he just said to her.

Bella lifted her hands to his face and fixed him with a hard stare.

Finally, it had taken a bit of persistence but Kyran had agreed to grab coffee with her. Now that the time was upon her she was feeling the nerves. A bead of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Cheeks flushed slightly as she fidgeted with her sleeves, her nails, the empty sugar packet in front of her... anything to keep her hands a little busy, and her attention in front of her.

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In the hushed, forgotten woods of Salem, where shadows wove through ancient trees and whispers of the past mingled with the rustle of leaves, the witch found herself once again at the threshold of the crumbling house by the stream. It was here, in this secluded spot, that she and Kyran had played as children, pretending to conquer worlds and escape dark, mystical forces. Now, adults with unspoken feelings deeply rooted like the forest around them, they had returned to their sanctuary.

Gabriella, with her Salem witch descent, carried the legacy of her ancestors in every gesture. Her ability to see auras presented a gift and a curse, revealing truths hidden to others. As she looked at Kyran, her childhood friend turned priest, she sensed a darkness clouding his aura, an oddity she attributed to the whispered rumors of his possession. Yet, in his eyes, kindness—a beacon shining solely for her in contrast to the coldness he exhibited to others since his change.

The playful chase through the woods had started out light, reminiscent of their youthful escapades. It wasn't until she tripped on an exposed root, tumbling forward, that the atmosphere shifted. he caught her, and they fell together in a heap near the stream, laughter giving way to an electrifying silence. Lying atop him, she felt the old floorboards of the house creak beneath them, as if it too breathed in their closeness.

Kyran's eyes, bright and intense, searched hers. His breath, warm and uneven, brushed against her face, stirring the leaves around them. The moment was suspended in time, like the droplets of water hanging precariously from overreaching branches above the stream. His hands, hesitant at first, then certain, traced the lines of her back, drawing her closer. The touch was a spark, igniting a fire that had been smoldering quietly for years. His words, poignant and forbidden, danced around her, echoing through her like a spell.

In that moment, Gabriella felt the weight of their reality—the forbidden fruit of their affection. He was a priest, bound by vows; she, a witch, descendant of those once tried and condemned on these very grounds. The irony of their reunion, laden with the ghosts of past trials where she had watched helplessly as another lover was taken from her under accusations of witchcraft, made her heart ache with both sorrow and desire.

As she hovered over him, her hair falling around them like a curtain of gold, memories of past lives surged within her, each one a thread woven into the fabric of her soul. She remembered the sting of loss, the bitterness of forbidden love, and the relentless pursuit of happiness that seemed always just beyond her grasp. Yet, here, with Kyran beneath her, his words a plea for an eternity intertwined with her own, the witch found herself teetering on the edge of yielding to a longing she had harbored since those innocent days by the stream.

With a resolve forged from centuries of resilience, Gabriella leaned down, her lips inches from his. "Then let it be so," she whispered against his lips before capturing them with hers. The kiss was a seal of their fate, a blend of past and present, a defiance of the roles they were born into. In the quiet woods, where time seemed to stand still, she kissed Kyran, tasting the sweet, perilous promise of a love both timeless and utterly forbidden.

Was a saint about to fight a priest? It seems as if it could go that way, the strike of annoyance flashing on her features. She wasn’t yelling, she wasn’t even close to yelling! ❝Do you only ever whisper?❞ The most she will do is bite back, words laced with attitude.

Send 💋 and a spot to kiss my muse! @naofx