starter for @sagabites — caleb // from robin
She sets down a large, warm mug on the bedside table and sits on the bed where Caleb had crawled into upon arrival. She doesn’t blame him, she feels it too. Not just the actual jet-lag, but the strange effects of the incoming Blood Moon. It was her first, and likely her last, and part of her feels like she’s wasting it. Robin doesn’t have any ambitious spells that she wants to perform, doesn’t want to do anything else but go for a walk and charge her crystals in the moonlight and cleanse her Tarot cards.
Robin places a her hand, warm from the tea she’d made, on the side of Caleb’s face, stroking over his neck idly. “I made you some tea,” she says. “Should help with your discomfort.”
Everything was enhanced right now— at least that’s how it feels. Raw. She wonders idly if that feeling would stick around even when the Blood Moon ends. This Harvest. It made her feel uneasy, and not just because her marriage might be subject to scrutiny.
“Don’t just lay around and mope, okay? Please drink the tea.” She leans over and kisses Caleb at the corner of his eye, lingers there for a few seconds, and nuzzles her nose against his cheek. “My magic’s got some more kick here, my tea is extra potent because of it.”
