Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Thirty-Six

When Leslie woke up, later that morning, the rain had let up somewhat. She yawned. At least it's not raining as hard now, she thought to herself as she slowly sat up and rubbed her red eyes. The witch stretched her arms out a little above her before yawning again.

    Leslie so desperately wanted to flop back onto her pillow and slip away into slumber once more, but she knew that wouldn't be possible. Tomi will probably be waking up any minute now, she thought to herself, suppressing yet another yawn.

     Leslie exhaled slowly before trying to fix her hair—-she reached for the brush on the table next to her bed and gently danced the bristles through her strands of black hair. Soon, Leslie set the brush aside once more before looking over to the crib near her bed where Kara's son was still sleeping soundly. You know, the witch began to think to herself. …For the son of a demon, that kid sure is adorable.

     The witch slowly let her legs slide out from under the covers and toward the floor. She stood before picking up some clothes to change into for that day. 

    Leslie gave a few glances toward Kara's sleeping figure before heading to the bathroom to change.

    A bit later, Leslie returned to see Kara had awakened.

   Despite sitting up and leaning against the wall of stone, Kara still looked very groggy and out of it as if she hadn't been sleeping well for the past few nights—-the dark circles around Kara's eyes were concerningly large.

    Leslie brushed that off. “Demon,” she greeted Kara in a very neutral tone.

     Called it, Kara thought to herself, mentally sighing while she rubbed her amber eyes. We're back to hating each other, huh? Fun. She leaned backward further, pressing herself against the wall more. I might as well return the same energy, she decided. Kara's gaze fell upon Leslie. “...witch.”

     Leslie just stood, silent after hearing Kara's response. A bit cold, don't you think, Satuman?

     Kara sighed before slowly standing up—-pressing the palm of her hand to the wall to keep balance. Her vision swam—-she felt dizzy. Just how bad did I fuck up my skull? Scratch that. Brain. Kara continued to feel immense pain radiating from her skull.

     “How'd you sleep, demon?” Leslie asked, curiously raising a dark eyebrow at Kara when she saw her pull a pained face.

    “Mm…” Kara looked down to the ground, crouching over a bit. She grimaced. “I'm okay.”

    Leslie's eyebrow remained in its raised position. “You’re fine? Really?” The young witch pushed forward, approaching Kara. “I find that hard to believe, Satuman.” Despite Leslie's cold demeanor, she still sounded a bit concerned. “You look like you've been stabbed. What's wrong?” She continued to pry. “...something to do with you hitting your head on the edge of the rink, I presume?”

     Kara raised her head slowly, finally managing to look Leslie in the eye. She stayed silent, not wanting to answer that question right away. The demon soon found herself biting her lip—-her fangs piercing her bottom lip once more. Why the hell is she asking if I'm okay?, Kara began to ponder to herself. Does she actually care or is this all performative bullshit? Kara could feel blood dancing around in the little bite marks she had carved into her own scarred bottom lip.

    Leslie huffed, noticing Kara's actions. “You don't have to be shy… I don't bite, you know.” She put her hands on her hips. “...I'm just being a normal person… with compassion. You looked hurt so I asked if you were okay… You know, like a typical person would do.”