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Soft blue eyes scanned the room, having heard the angry mumbles coming from inside that sounded all too familiar. Lux had disappeared that day, simply saying she was feeling inspired and that he would have to come find her later, and he had a good feeling anything that came from her inspiration would be done in the crafts room, so he wasn’t surprised to find her there. However, for her to be shirtless, in the said room was a bit of a surprise, and he found himself smiling as he watched her angrily, almost forlornly scrubbing at what he assumed was her shirt in the sink. When she turned, he smiled at her, watching as she hurried to get her wet shirt back onto her body, laughing when the apologies came spewing from her lips. “Hey take it back off I don’t mind,” The son of Hecate teased, stepping closer so he could rest his hands on the curve of her waist, smiling down at her, “You done being inspired? I’m bored.”
When Lux realized just who she was talking to, the electric haired girl let out a short sigh, a soft, half laugh, half whine escaping her as Declan rested his hands on her waist. “I guess I am now, this has drained all muse I could’ve possibly had,” she says, painted lips pulled into a slight pout as she showed the stain to her blonde companion. It had bled, the stain looking a bit more like watercolor on a canvas, and had it been on any other shirt she might have thought it was pretty. But it wasn’t, it was on her favorite shirt that admittedly was a looking a little more distressed due to years of wear but as she always said, it gave the shirt character. What didn’t though, was the increasingly annoying purple stain along the torso, Lux having been scrubbing at it so much with her closed fist that the backs of her fingers and the heel of her palm were tinted with just a hint of purple. “Fix it,” she demands, tone childlike as she sets the shirt against the sink, giving up on the stain and leaving it to his magic, wondering why she hadn’t just taken it to Declan in the first place. Perhaps the habit of self-sufficiency was a hard one to break.
Wrapping her hands around to the back of his neck, fingers lacing together at the nape, she let out a dramatic sigh, head falling back and a giggle escaping her when she felt his lips against her jaw. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you were the one that magically put that bottle in my way,” she teases, hazel eyes coming to meet his vibrant blue, a smile on her lips. “Anyway, what’s this about being bored? I thought you were practicing magic. Unless you’re looking for a different form of entertainment,” she hums, the tip of her nose brushing his, lips gently pressing to his with a quick peck before pulling back entirely from his hold, gripping the shirt and prancing towards the door with a laugh. “But I don’t think I can help with that.”
