Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Spearmint

The ice was broken after that and Striker and I began to settle into a routine. Though we each went about our own business during the day, we would usually spend the evenings together. Some nights we would watch a movie, others we would just talk.

One evening, I had brought out my box of herbs and was taking inventory while Striker did some maintenance on several of his guns. I'm sure we would have looked like an odd pair to any outsiders, but it felt nice to just be in the company of someone who respected my craft. 

"The hell is that?" Striker asked, sniffing the air, "It smells like toothpaste."

"It's spearmint," I replied, holding up an airtight bag of the dried herbs, "It's great if you have a stomach ache."

"Do you eat it?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

I laughed, "You could, but when it's dried, it works well in a tea. I usually pair it with ginger."

Striker shook his head and resumed cleaning the pistol in his hands, "How they could have thought you were a witch is beyond me."

I shrugged and resumed taking inventory of my herbs. I was running low on hawthorn berries and sage. The longer my list got, the more I resigned myself to go shopping tomorrow.