Castaspella x Shadow weaver

is it really hate flirting if you love her??

Castaspella scowled at her tormentor,  despite all of the hatred she harbored for Shadow weaver the heat emanating from her cheeks nullified any threat she posed to her and her lack of eye contact wasn't helping her dignity either, her eyes kept shifting from the frayed hem of shadow weaver's cloak to her own albeit hers was much neater although a few loose threads caught her eye. she must fix them later, Castaspella mumbled to herself. the deafening silence was getting to her, shes always disliked silence; it made her uneasy and for a good reason' on Mystacore silence always meant trouble. it meant something was wrong, so wrong that not even a muffled whisper was appropriate.

she only looked up when she heard a light chuckle arising from the figure before her and once again she was reminded of how much she loathed Shadow weaver, "dear Castaspella what are you staring at? I doubt the answer to our problems is under the hem of your robe, unless you wish for me to take a look ~" Heat flushed Castaspella's face and her ears went a light shade of pink, the proposition was not only absurd but improper and it had just the desired effect. Shadow weaver took a step closer, her hands curled around Castaspella's slight waist and pulled her in close, all that could be heard was Casta's sharp intake of breath. Heart pounding against her chest, Castaspella was sure Shadow weaver could feel it too, they were pressed so close together. Shadow weaver's hand reached up to caress her cheek just as she had done back when she was still Light spinner. "If you wish to help Micah, come with me."

Her sultry tones echoed around the abandoned campsite for a few moments until Castaspella regained control over the intense fluttering in her lower stomach and pulled back, away from their embrace. "you can't seriously think I would ever go anywhere with you." she wished to add "after that " instead choosing to ignore the occurrence entirely. 

"you don't have a plan, I do"

Castaspella hesitated before replying she knew of Shadow weaver's games, having experienced them firsthand although many years before, who knows how they may have evolved in complexity since then. "fine," she extended her arm, "but if you try anything, I won't hesitate to strike you down." Shadow weaver gripped her hand and shook it, maintaining the devilish look in her eyes. this time Castaspella couldn't quell the swell of feelings in her lower abdomen.

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"Don't look at me like that," this trip through Etheria's woods had become increasingly infuriating, the once neat hem of Castaspella's robe was now tattered and stained, pieces of it she suspected were somewhere behind them still clung onto the various thorns and branches she had collided with. "you could slow down you know". an amused smirk graced Shadow weaver's lips as she replied "There's no time you need to keep up." Technically they still had a few hours but Castaspella didn't need to know that, after all, the look of frustration on her face was quite entertaining indeed.

"The only reason I'm following you is because if anyone would know about mind control, it's you."

"mind control," Shadow weaver cocked her head and smirked a strand of her hair falling across her face "that's what you blame it on? , because if I recall you did what you did by your own accord, that is what you chose to do with your own free will," she held up her gloved hands defensively and shrugged "you didn't need coercion." 

if she was flustered before that was nothing in comparison to that moment, anger and arousal spread from her most sensitive areas to the tips of her ears as Castaspella was shoved against a nearby tree, the purplish bark marking her pale back  Shadow weaver's dark lips pressed against her own, the mask discarded and thrown out of reach. Shadow weaver gently nibbled on Casta's lower lip pleading for entrance which she so happily granted, Shadow weaver noted that she still tasted as she had all those years ago. Fresh pomegranate and clementine, the sorceress thought to herself. Castaspella clung to Shadow weaver's back as her own body was being re-explored by the dark witch, it was still perfect in every way, the years of aging having near to no effect on the curves she loved so much. They only stopped when the need for oxygen overwhelmed them and Shadow weaver pulled back, a triumphant smile plastered across her scarred face, a single strand of saliva connecting them as they panted heavily gasping for the sweet taste of the forest air.

the look on Castaspella's face was worth losing her anonymity, Shadow weaver thought, fighting the urge to cling to her ribs in laughter as the realization of what they had done dawned on Casta's face, her mouth hanging slightly open, her crown askew and her lipstick so heavily smudged that there was no possibility of it not having been transferred onto Shadow weaver's own knarled lips.

"You..! How dare you!?" she hissed "why i aught to- "

"You aught to what dear Casta? want to accuse me of mind control again?" Shadow weaver chuckled to herself the velvety tone of her voice sending shivers up Castaspella's body, she would never admit to anyone, not even herself, that she had been craving Shadow weaver's touch since the day they parted ways, the soft caress of her clawed hands always present in her mind whether she liked it or not.