starter for: @marcellabelanades location: their home, late afternoon
There was comfort in the chaos, that’s why the various rhythms of their relationship hadn’t ever died out but flourished. Eye of the storm, some had tried to call it, but Casper had always viewed it as something else entirely. More poetic, like a danse macabre, and caressed him when he would return to her presence. For days Casper had been enthralled in the discovery of the body, along with whatever pressing work needed his attention before his mind was pulled elsewhere, “Summoning in the woods, yah?” A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, hues watching her own onyx ones light up as the memory of the moment kept its hold on her. Strands of bed tousled hair falling on her cheeks as he moved closer, the beginning rays of afternoon sun giving just enough light to feel its warmth. It had been too long since he had last allowed the morning to grow late and simply exist. The whole lack of need for sleep brought on a new purpose for the bedposts their bodies currently housed.
Which wasn’t the only thing that had changed in their routine, but jealousy or envy didn’t fit the bill. Bittersweet, maybe. The former witch missed the flow of magic that happened between not just himself and Marcella, but the magic that he would also mingle with along August’s side. Though even that had nothing to do with the prickle at the back of his mind about August’s question, ‘You planning on turning Marcella too?’
At first, Casper avoided answering the question completely. The transition had been so recent, not even a year had passed, and all that had too much weight. They were still figuring this out and already they had to start considering pathways that were so far in the future, at least that’s what the pluto vampire figured until the pop quiz. In truth, he couldn’t imagine ever asking her to give up her magic, “What all does that entail exactly?”