"you walked into my life like you had always lived there, like my heart was a home built just for you."
-A. R. Asher
"she sees in black and white
thinks in greys,
but loves in color."
-JmStorm
IN WHICH two souls intertwined for the better
OR
IN WHIC...
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02.10 Sacrifice
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SOFT KNOCKING ON THE WHITE WOODEN DOOR OF THE GILBERT'S GUEST ROOM WOKE 'ARIANA' UP, BUT IN FEAR SHE ROLLED OFF THE BED. She groans, tossing the blanket over her head. "Who is it?"
"Elena!" The voice says back, as the witch picks the blanket up, swiping her hand through the air causing the door to slowly open. Elena gapes as it does then chuckles, handing her some clothes. "I'm still not used to living with a witch."
"You'll get there." She shrugs, magically closing the door again, as she pulls her borrowed top off, exposing her sage green sports bra to Elena, who turns around quickly.
"What're you doing?!"
"Changing, it's not like you don't have the same assets." She hums as she looks at the flared jeans and long-sleeved pink top. "Oh. That's...something."
"It's what I'm comfortable in."
"Oh, well, you aren't comfortable when you look, I dunno, different?"
Elena turns around with a confused look. "What do you mean, different?"
"In the less offensive way...you're style is like a piece of plain bread, wouldn't you feel comfortable as a slice of pizza instead?"
"Did you just compare fashion to food?" She snorts, plopping on the unmade bed.
"I have a bottomless pit for a stomach, don't judge." The witch shrugs as she pulls the clothes on. "You want these back?"
"You can keep 'em."
"Good." She snaps her fingers and the bland outfit changes. The baggy pink top top changes to a tighter fit, hugging her chest nicely, the shirt now ends under her bellybutton, and the small button at the top is popped open in a V shape. The jeans that were once loose, tightened to hug her figure. She unties her braid, brushing her fingers through her silky curls, and ties it in a low bun with a few baby hairs framing her face. She snatches her white Converse from beside the door and laces them up tightly. "Ready."
Elena's mouth was moving with sound coming out. "How did...you just..."
"Magic." She sings. "I need to grab grab my things from home, so, I'll see you tomorrow."
She passes Jenna on the way out of the house with a awkward wave. Jenna smiled on her way past her, even though she was confused when Elena brought the strange girl home yesterday night, Jeremy though it was weird but ignored the part of his brain that questioned it.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
Unlocking the door to her one-bedroom D.C. apartment carrying a ton of empty large boxes, 'Ariana' admires the put-togetherness of it. Her full wall of windows are covered with dark cyan curtains, her white plush carpet that rests over the dark hardwood floor, her white bookshelf full of annotated books and movies and plays along with small knicknacks she collected over the years in different places, her wooden sidetables with glass lamps, and her big TV mounted on the wall.
