#(para:tyson)

[ivysoutherns]

Waffles & Whisky

It was the day after the ritual and Ivy was really feeling the effects of the magic hangover. Potions had made the headache fade, but she felt bone tired and hungry as hell, but she hadn’t eaten anything at the coven house, waiting for her waffles with Tyson instead. She pulled out her phone as she stepped into the elevator, smiling as she sent off a text. @tyson-scott

[Ivy: on my way up, come carry me up the stairs?]

[ivysoutherns]

Surprise!

Ivy was waiting inside the bar for Ty and Micah to come in, practically bouncing with excitement. She’d decorated their booth with balloons and streamers, and she had a triple-layer vanilla cake with strawberry filling and chocolate ganache icing waiting with her. Ty was supposed to bring Micah in for a drink once she arrived, and then they’d surprise her. She hoped that having some celebration would brighten up the witchling’s day, she needed some cheering up lately.

@tyson-scott, @little-magic-micah

[ivysoutherns]

exploring a haunted area

“I don’t know if I believe in ghosts...” Ivy giggled even as Ty covered her eyes while they walked into the main area of the ‘haunted’ mental hospital they’d come to explore. She glanced around when he pulled his hands away, blinking against the darkness. “Is this place for real?” @tyson-scott

[ivysoutherns]

Making Up

Ivy was not entirely sober as she waited impatiently for Ty to arrive, but she had stopped drinking when he’d started texting her, so she figured the sobriety would come crashing down upon her any minute now. She had thought to take the first aid kit out of the bathroom, and then she had laid the contents out over the kitchen island, because it was very likely they might need all the rubbing alcohol in the world to fix whatever had happened to him. Whisky, of course, watched all this from atop her cat condo with maximum derision and judgment. @tyson-scott

[ivysoutherns]

dazed

“Mm, I don’t wanna get up,” Ivy drawled, yawning sleepily. She couldn’t help but smile when she felt a soft kiss on her forehead, even as she tried to go back to sleep. “Five more minutes,” she complained, wriggling closing to him under the sheets. @tyson-scott

[ivysoutherns]

Ivy barely had time to turn around and face him before Ty had caught up to her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. A smile danced on the corners of her lips as he invited her back to his place, glancing at the jacket he was holding. She’d left in a hurry, she’d been worried that he might throw her out, and she wanted to go rather than face that rejection. But looking into his eyes now, she didn’t know how she could have thought that. “Well you know, I am pretty careless with my belongings,” she admitted, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. “Carry me?”

@tyson-scott