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icy was no stranger to the stress school work to put on someone – especially when combined with meticulous plans to take over the magical dimension and bring the witches and wizards back to their former glory. of course, not many people knew how far icy’s spiraling could go – micah was one of the few. that did not explain, however, why the hell the boy would be pounding against her door. the two of them had their deals, but last time the ice witch had checked, they did not involve midnight snacks or nightly visits. closing her spell book, the blonde rolled her eyes as she walked towards the familiar voice. “micah”, she greeted with a somewhat innocent smile before grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. “what on magix do you think you’re doing? are you trying to get us into trouble?” icy added, raising both eyebrows at the boy. “oh and by the way, you stink.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AFTER QUITE some time knowing each other—considering several “arrangements” between the two that involved things that some people might label as “malicious” or “wrong”—micah and icy were well acquainted. ( if either of them didn’t have so much pride, they could even call each other friends. or at least micah would. ) therefore, icy’s room wasn’t foreign territory for him. “hey icicles,” he drawled out, as the corners of his lips stretched out into a wide grin for the witch. micah let out a probably too loud yelp when he was dragged into her room. “woah there, at least take me out to dinner first before grabbing my shirt like that. say, you could be pretty hot if you weren’t so wicked.” the wizard was definitely a rambler when he wasn’t sober, that was for sure. “what do you mean by that? why would i want to get u—hey, do you have any snacks in here?” cutting himself off, he took a look around the room. “wait, i do?” micah sounded almost genuinely concerned.










