ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ 🎃
FT. @hdmiru & @hdminah
naimara's laugh shatters it wide open, wild above gangnam's neon pulse. the moon hangs low enough to taste, a sugar pearl stuck between the city's teeth, and she's upside down on her broom again, hair streaming like a comet, eyes full of trouble. the traffic below looks like a thousand sleeping dragons in red and gold; she tips her broom so close to the rooftops that the tip of her boot kisses a billboard for bubble tea. "come on, slowpokes!" she yells, splitting the clouds. "what's the point of being witches if you're scared of a little turbulence?"
she flips [actually flips] one leg hooked around the broom, the other kicking free, sparks trailing from her heel as if the night itself were clapping. a startled pigeon bursts past, squawking like a chorus line. somewhere behind her, she can hear mirai and minae close behind her and that means she's absolutely going to try again.
"you gloomy gooses," naimara sings back, spinning upright again, skirt flaring like a black petal. "i'm celebrating! do you know how long it's been since the air smelled this sweet? since the stars weren't just dots in a spellbook?" she twirls her broom in one hand, yes, she flies one-handed, the other forming lazy sigils in the air that ripple like music notes. every symbol bursts into a tiny, glowing paper lantern that drifts off toward the han river. "look!" she points, grinning. "we're painting the sky. next stop, the namsan tower! last one there owes the dorm a round of honey milk and eternal bragging rights."
