corvibyrne:
The sound Corvi made could be akin to that of a squawk, a faux hurt expression crossing his face. “The betrayal…. I’m inclined to start telling people you’re a witch, you know. Revive the witch trials based solely on a stolen cookie. I’m sure they were based on much less back in the day.” he let out another sound of protest as she elbowed him. “Hey now! I’m fragile, look at my ribs,” As if to prove a point, he pulled up his shirt, his rib cage always visible in his thin frame. “You’re helping me prove my theory, though - that it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest,” he winked playfully at Salem as he took his cookie back, retreating to the kitchen for a few moments before coming back with a plate of them. “And now, our snack.”
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A look of shock took over Salem’s features before she broke into a giggle, a hand covering her mouth due to the noise Corvi made. He was much more animated than she was, always seemingly overreacting to the smallest of touches, but entertaining her in the process. “Oh, come on, we’ve had this discussion before. I’m more of a fairy than I am a witch, which I guess makes sense. Y’know, in Labyrinth, fairies are depicted as tiny little assholes that bite people that touch them, so I’m ore inclined to call myself one of those.” Her smile was softer now, head cocked to the side as she watched him disappear and come back with a plate of cookies. “If the quiet ones weren’t the freakiest, life would be too predictable, I think.” Taking one of the discs, she stuffed it into her mouth before falling back onto the couch, leaving just enough space for him. “Join me, Bird Boy.”
