#sheala

I bully a fish in this comic

Had this idea for a little comic in my head for a while now. Finally finished it up Always ask for permission in a feeder/feedee situation, kids

It's time to rectify that. And with what better than for them to be the best aunts ever!

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Ciri lay curled up against Sheala on the couch, listening to her aunt as she read to her a collection of poetry, a first edition one at that.

The young witcheress smiled as Sheala allowed her voice to dance in different ranges, giving life to the words printed across the page.

Philippa leaned against the doorframe to the living room from the kitchen, sighing happily, a smile on her lips, as she watched her wife and niece enjoying their time together.

The oven went off, signaling that dinner was ready, and Philippa went to tend to the roast chicken breasts before letting her girls know to come eat. As she plated the food, Ciri and Sheala padded in, talking together about their poetry and Ciri's latest drawing, a life-like image of her and Philippa lounging together on the chaise in the den, gazing out at the deer that wandered through the yard.

They sat at the table while Phil sat their plates before them, smiling as she took her seat beside Sheala, both of them listening intently to Ciri as she talked about her summer at Kaer Morhen.

Once dinner was finished, and Ciri was curled up on the couch beside the fire, playing with the puppy that Sheala and Phil had gotten her for her birthday, the couple made their way into the den to watch the stars as they glittered in the sky.

"You're beautiful, you know." Sheala breathed, leaning up to press a kiss to Philippa's jaw, smiling at the soft hum that Phil had given in return.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you are, my queen."

Sheala flushed pink at that, smiling like a schoolgirl at Philippa's words. She began to pepper kisses down Phil's jaw and neck, before sitting up on Phil's lap and wrapping her arms around her wife's neck, gazing into her eyes.

"I'm serious Phil... You give meaning to my life... And I've never been as happy as I am being by your side." Sheala breathed, reaching up to tuck Phil's hair back behind her ear, a soft smile still on her lips. "I am the one lucky to have you."

Philippa smiled then, her amber eyes focused on Sheala's mahogany gaze, falling impossibly deeper in love with the woman on her lap.

"Well... If we can sneak off without being seen, I can show you just which one of us is the lucky one." Phil purred as she leaned in against Sheala's neck, her lips and teeth painting a mosaic of lipstick prints and bruises against her pale skin.

The pair disappeared within a matter of minutes, making their way down the hall to their bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them before putting up several noise canceling wards on their bedroom.

Mood.

Hope you like it, let me know c:

Imagine them, in Tissaia's class sitting there like:

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Ig: @belzebulbe

Sheala: Is that a picture of you?