minilocke:
Mini still wasn’t sure what to think of what was happening there, but, she accepted the words, trying not to think too much of it, even though her mind swirled with unanswered questions. The brunette had to admit, those were not things she tended to fancy, because she had always loved to know things. She needed to know things. Whenever she didn’t, well, she felt a bit useless.
Running a hand through raven colored hair, Mini brushed a few stray tendrils away from turquoise eyes before she turned her face to the other woman. Locke’s and Keyes’ rarely ever appeared in the same sentence together. On a first glance, those two families had nothing in common aside from belonging to the same coven. The proximity between the duo seemed to defy all that was logical.
Mini cleared her throat and patted the woman’s hand on her arm. “Maddox and I have known each other for a lifetime,” without ever really knowing one another until recently, the sentence unfolded inside her head. He intrigued her more than anyone else had ever been capable. “And, as of lately, I suppose I can say there are things he’s been aiding me with,” the witch’s words were careful as if not to convey what truly went inside her mind at that moment.
“He’s one curious man,” she admitted.
“Hm.” Stella preened, all amusement and a wide smile. There was something more beneath it, she thought. Happiness? That first flush of infatuation? It was refreshing in the face of all else. The haunted faces that walked the streets, shopped the shops, congregated anywhere there was warmth and a bit of good whiskey. The valley needed life again.
“I think it’s nice.” She pronounced with a decisive nod as the two turned the corner, her pace slowing to a mosey. And she did; as somewhat of an onlooker to the valley, Stella liked when the stories ended well. “Good for you.”
Maddox was a good spirit, underneath his thorn-like exterior. A rose, if roses could come in black.
“And what’s he so curious about?”







