💜💙 THE WITCH 🦊🧡🍂

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you think was going to happen after lying to me, that I was gonna be pleased?"

A sigh. "Why do you think I didn't mention us to him? Don't you think mentioning us to him after... that could escalate things? It's like we aren't talking about the same Vincent..."

The tightening made her hiss as her arm got closer to twisting behind herself. "I didn't assume the worst of you, Nate. We wouldn't be talking now if I did. You locked him up, though. This IS very bad." Lyra said, slowly, hoping he would understand the seriousness of what he'd done.

"What did +

A high-pitched squeak left her mouth in suprise, but she didn't fight against his advance. Her ears glued on her head though, and Lyra halted in place, almost frozen. "Am I wrong, though?" She asked, slowly tilting her head. Her voice was soft with compassion. "Wasn't this what you were thinking?"

"Why?," the witch replied, rubbing her nose, "did you think I was gonna leave you, to be with Vinny?"

Still, she followed the other god. "Have I not said enough how much I love you and want to be with you?" Her ears fell slightly then, brows joint. "Do you still doubt that?"

him, somehow. It pleased her. He could try to convince everyone, even himself, but not her. Nathaniel wasn't the cold being made of stone he liked to display himself as after all.

Lyra followed the god. "You're jealous," she remarked, running until she'd caught up with him. "You're *jealous*."

of Nate were always that he was the portrayal of confidence and pride. Someone as old as time, as powerful as one could ever get, and yet... It was a funny thing that such a god could be as insecure as a man. As much as he tried to get away from humanity, it seemed to be a vital part of +

rage. Why, she wondered, just because Lyra wanted to know his reasons? The necklace felt hot, burning hot on her hand, inside her pocket, and then the witch pondered maybe his anger didn't come from her curiosity, but from jealousy.

It angered her and moved her in equal measures. Her impressions +

She felt her blood almost boiling, quite literally. A little bit more and she would explode in flames. Lyra wanted to scream at the other one. It was funny, because Nathaniel rarely got angry, and yet that looked so much like his displays of cold fury. Nasty remarks dripping with ressentment and +

She huffed. "Because he is not my husband. My husband is sitting right in front of me, refusing to answer."

A long sigh left her mouth as the witch touched her forehead, and her face changed, finally, from anger to... something else. She wasn't just upset with Nate. Lyra looked truly disappointed.

But regardless, you know I spent a long time looking for him. This isn't just your private affair anymore, it concerns me, too."

She grimaced, shrinking the distance between their faces. "This one you have. I know and care about Vinny, so you DO owe me an explanation."

Standing straight, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "And you're lying. I asked you - more than once. +

is something you are NOT telling me in this story. So you can tell me, now." The witch sighed, closing her hands in sweaty fists, nervously. "What happened?"

"This is here and right now," Lyra replied. "You locked him up... /somewhere/? For years? Pretended you didn't have a clue of his whereabouts? Again, for YEARS??" She chuckled humorlessly. "Difficult to believe you did all that thinking about his well-being since you kept this a secret."

"Or there+

he fancies himself a fox among the wolves. but mark me, child, if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf.

Upon reaching the bed, she stopped, sternly glaring at Nate from above. "Who?" Lyra sneered, "your ex-husband, as it appears. What did you do to him?"

... You knew I was looking for him, years ago, and pretended you didn't know about Vinny."

Then, the anger faultered for a moment, giving space to sadness. She looked devastated.

"... Why? Why did you do that to him?"

in his hiding place. It didn't look like it would reveal itself so soon again.

"You come into my house to mock, after what you did. I wonder," she started, anger contained, like a bomb near exploding, as Lyra approached him with slow steps, "if you ever intended to tell me. Of course not. +

This clear display of irreverence only served to upset her further. It wasn't enough to do something hideous. Nathaniel also disregarded her feelings completely, pretending everything was fine, entering her house, making himself some coffee and sitting casually on her bed.

The poor animal hissed +

necklace inside her dress' pocket, holding it tightly and getting up.

There was a lot to be said.

The cat meowed something in complaint and quickly entered the bedroom, opened just by a crack in the door. He passed by Lyra, who was sitting down on the floor, among books and sheets of paper, and hid under the bed.

Lyra's face sulked even more, yet she didn't do much beside putting the silver +

yellow light coming from upstairs, and a familiar pair of dark eyes on an equally black feline face looking down at Nate at the top of the stairs. Silently staring.

Her answer... nothing. The living room and the kitchen were empty, and no trace of her presence could be seen in the library room. Upon Nathaniel's arrival, the house had started to creak and groan eerily, as if each step of his disturbed old wooden tiles and furniture.

There was a faint +

that grew around and kept windows and doors closed. Even before that, the place seemed to have dived into a sea of fog and coldness, it was difficult to see even meters in front of oneself.

One might think Lyra needed some help.

of her place were often well kept, grass short and brightly green, house colorful with tones of brown, beige and the pinks of the flowers.

When Nathaniel arrived, however, the place was totally changed. As if taken by a botanical curse, the whole building had been surrounded with thorns and vines +

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Lyra always made a point of taking good care of her little cottage in the dreamlands. She didn't have to do all the physical effort to keep it tidy, many things could be done magically; however, the surroundings +

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