Ch. 8

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After Miranda walked out, I decided to follow her. I went out and saw her in the kitchen, washing the dishes. I go over and stand there for a bit, before hesitantly putting my arms around her waist and my head on her back. I feel her flinch and look down at me, not saying anything. Miranda goes back to what she was doing and I smile. She's finally warming up. I nuzzle into her back and take a deep breath. She smells like vanilla. She pats my hands a bit and keeps washing the dishes. I squeeze her and kiss her wings, to which she screams. "Y/N.! Don't do that again!" she yells and pulls away from me, shivering. I tilt my head in confusion. "But you were fine with it a second ago?" I say and she sighs. "I thought maybe you were upset so I let you do it. Of course I was fine with it up until you kissed my precious wings." she whispered and caressed her wings, talking to herself a bit. I watch her and groan. "Whatever Miranda, you like me anyways." I say, to which she makes a face. "Ya know, I was actually planning to talk about that." she says and looks at me, a blush forming in my cheeks. "I was going to ask if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. As friends, or whatever of course. I want to get to know you better." she stares at me and I nod, smiling. "Of course! I'd love to." I go over and hug her, to which she jumps and pats my back. At least we're getting improvement on affection. As our hug lasted longer than expected, I hear rather loud screams come from outside. I let go and look at Miranda. She's.. smiling? I tilt my head and she goes outside to her front yard. I quickly follow after her to see her standing there and looking into the distance. I look and see what she's looking at, and I freeze. Her whole entire village is on fire. She looks at me and I look back in shock. "Don't worry Y/N, I'll take care of it when the time comes." she speaks and pats my head. To which I look at her in pure confusion. Why is she so happy that it's on fire? Is it a sign? What could it mean?

a/n: sorry it's so short i literally don't know what to write pls give me ideas

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