"Daddy, Daddy, do! I want all of you...Dah-dah-Dah! Da-dah-Daah!"
Witchy sang in her workshop as she studied, headphones in her ears, utterly blind to the world around her as she beat her quill pen against her book to the music's rhythm.
She had the house to herself for the moment as Dapper, Heartberry, and Mister went to get some food. She saw it as a chance to explore the differences and similarities between demon magic and gem magic.
She did find the subject fascinating.
Accurate as that was, she soon found herself interested in the lyrics in her head and how they resonated with her feelings towards her partner.
" Throw my heart on the flames,
This love! This love!
like fire, burning in my veins."
As Witchy scribbles another complex insignia formula into her book, she finds herself bobbing her head, getting lost again in the music.
"I lean to kiss you,
I'm counting 1, 2, 3
But then you look-a-way like it was all a game."
A small slowly formed on her face as memories of his bashful blushing face appeared to her mind.
"I'm trying to tell you my feelings, but it's hard When you keep toying on with my heart."
' He certainly does.' Witchy sighed, thinking of his mannerism. Always a tone of a tease when addressing her.
"I shouldn't chase you - I know it's taboo
But I can't help it - Oh, what should I do?"
She allowed a laugh from her breast. It was a bit too late for her in that regard, despite all the actual warnings from Pearl and her original standoffish endeavors. She found herself being more enthralled by her contractor.
She just didn't know it was caused by something much deeper than the crest on her hand.
"I gotta make my move
Because I'm running out of time
Remove this disguise of mine.
And fire my shot!
Give all I've got
It's not a game anymore - Love is war!"
She didn't know how, but he got her to lower her guard. Her demi wore her mental and emotional barriers down.
"Daddy! Daddy! Do!
I want all of you
Your entire body and soul
And like that - It's a trap
But I find I don't mind
Boy, keep on playing my heart."
She shook her head. How many times did she think he was just being annoyingly playful with his call of 'My Lady?"
"I'll just take a peak
See what you're hiding
Underneath that smile of yours."
How much did she confuse his smile of reverence with that of general respect?
"Throw my heart on the flames
This love! This love!
Like fire burning in my veins."
How many times did he make her cheeks glow with a different type of fire with each smile and name?
"Ba-Ba-Da!
No hesitating - that's a big NO NO NO
Just like a game of chess, there is no second chance."
Sometimes she wondered why he kept going? Kept teasing, flirting when she was apprehensive. She leaned her head down, creating two small purple flames in her palm and shaping it in the forms of Dapper and her.
"Don't wanna live life in my regret like chains
I'd rather give my heart to the flames."
She made the flares dance in a modernized quickstep, imagining that it was the genuine articles.
"Do you not realize,
the charm in your eyes?"
Witchy could imagine his eyes now. The violet color iris with a deep purple pupil shaped like a four-pin star.
"Whatever you do,
I'm falling for you."
The myriad amount of emotions she saw from the innocent to the ferocious. It all just helped break her down.
"I slowly turn around
because my world is spinning now!
I feel my heartbeat racing."
Making her a bit softer toward her partner… She could feel her heartbeat in her head.
"Cause when you're with me,
it's hard to breathe
It's not a game anymore - Love is war !"
She covered her mouth, feeling the song a bit too much. Looking around to make sure no one heard her as the music played...She still had her pride.
"Daddy! Daddy! Do!
Anything for you
There's so many things left to say
I won't miss!
But a kiss is a dangerous wish
Even so, we've only begun."
Sighing, seeing no one around, she turns back to her happy flames, watching them continue to have their little moment…
"When you call my name
Boy, it fans the flames."
'Great...Now I'm feeling needy.' Witchy sighed as she continued to rock out
"I just pray this game never ends
Throw my heart on the flames
This love! This love!
Like a fire burning in my veins."
"I think I might cry,
your lips; they are one of a kind
And your smile makes me weak each time."
She gently touched her own, the feel of their first kiss still fresh in her mind despite sharing much more since then. Her cheeks took on a magical bluish-purple tone as her eyes adopted the same pigment.
"Now suddenly I'm falling into a great unknown
A whole new world before me
But I'm not alone… oh!"
That held more weight than she would ever admit. Ever since they met and contracted, she felt like her life had changed. The adventure, the battles, the hunts were one thing, but more than that.
She didn't feel as if she was alone in the world. Her house didn't feel so big. So empty. She gained allies and friends.
A lot of that she chalked up to being contracted to her Steven (and Violet).
" Dapper! Dapper! Do!
There is only you
Even after this life ends
I am yours! Evermore!
let's see what this love have in store
Come drive me crazy some more !"
She belted out the lyrics as she stood up and played a bit of air guitar, unaware of the eighteen-inch wide flaming heart around her feet.
"My lady?" Dapper stated, watching her performance, and smirked as he sneaked up behind her.
"It's easy to see; your love emblazes me,
From the deepest depths of my heart!
I give in to the blaze ,Of This love!
Your love!
My love!
Our love-!
And fan our flames of passion, burning in my veins!"
The witch was caught off guard, feeling familiar hands rest on her waist and welcoming lips upon her, which she slowly returned as her hand caressed his cheek; the flame trail gently roared around them...
And a couple of fighters that took a snapshot of the little moment.
"Is something going in between Maheswaran and you?"
Steven looked up from his phone at one of his friends, A tanned freckled-face girl with ginger pigtails and cherry red irises.
"Not especially Spinel. Why?" He arched his eyebrow.
"Curious, Stevie, you two have been spotted together a lot over these few weeks."
"So? I thought me and Connie’s 'rivalry' was a well-known topic."
"Sure, though the stories ain't as much of a 'rivalry' as it is a romance."
"Shipping real live people is wrong."Steven sighed as Spinel chuckled. 'This is gonna be an awkward day ."
"We're here," Spinel announced as the train pulled up to the 35th Avenue stop. Putting his phone away, the president grabbed their book bags before leading his cohort off the train.
"So what is the thing going on between you two?" Spinel asked with a grin as they made their way to the street, bounce in her step.
"Why the hell do you think there's something going on?" He scratched his left chin.
"I wonder."
Steven groaned at the teasing tone from Spinel as they walked The streets of Upper Hattan, loud and lively as usual.
"So, where are we going anyway?" She inquired, following him.
"Actually, we're going to pick someone up, then play it by ear."
"What, no itinerary? No objective?" Spinel gasped, putting her hands on her cheeks. "Doesn't seem like our hardass of a student body president." She gave him a tooth-displaying grin." Maybe the rumors are true, and a certain delinquent is softening you up? Huh, huh? Making you more flexible by showing you her flexibility , Huh, huh?" She knocked his arm playfully, causing him to roll his eyes. "You wouldn't mind giving me the inside scoop, would ya Stevie?"
"There's no scoop, you gossip reporter."
"Sure, sure." She waved him off, digging into her bag and pulling out a high-end digital camera. "Still, nice day to be in the city." Raising the scope of the camera to eyes, Spinel continued, "People out and about; shopping, chilling, hustling." She scanned the area as they walked. "I'm sure there will be a few shots worth taking."
"Nice of the school to allow non-school related articles."
Spinel sucked her teeth at his smug tone, "stop fishing for compliments." She accused, taking his smug mugshot. "It's creepy, see?"
"What?" He said, looking at the screen of the camera," I look good." Rubbing his chin as he looked at the picture.
"Cocky and creepy." Spinel joked before giving him a gentle smile, "Thanks, though, for fighting for the media clubs."
Steven shrugged, "No, biggy, I agreed with your stance, and wouldn't you know it. Students actually subscribed to the newsletter."
"Shocking, right?" Spinel faked a gasp, "Who would have thought other students would relate to their schoolmates."
"One of the wonders of the school."
The two laughed as they continued their journey.
"So, where's this friend of yours supposed to be at, Stevie?" Spinel asked, taking a shot of a pair of kids getting chased by pigeons, "Evil winged buggers." She muttered with a chuckle.
Steven was about to answer when he heard it.
He closed his eyes, listening to where it was coming from. The rhythm of 'Am I Wrong .' being played on Violin.
HER VIOLIN.
Am I tripping for having a vision?
My prediction; I'mma be on the top of the world.
Accompanied by HER VOICE.
"Steven?!" A surprised Spinel yelped as he took her wrist and led her into the nearby park, nearly dragging her as he ran.
Hope you, hope you don't look back, always do what you decide
Don't let them control your life; that's just how I feel
"Get your camera ready; you don't wanna miss this."
Spinel arched an eyebrow at her friend's excited and slightly blushing face, but she followed his directions as they came to an outdoor stage where a medium gathering of people sat, and the music was coming from.
Fight for yours and don't let go, don't let them compare you, no
She saw a cute little girl with waist-length, curly, 'nearly black' brown hair, going through the audience getting donations in a small bucket; it made for a funny picture since she looked so severe one moment and sweet the next.
Steven sat them at the front middle bench, giving them a perfect view of the stage.
When she turned to the stage, her eyes widened.
Don't worry; you're not alone; that's just how we feel
A four girl street band, consisting of a curvy short-stack of a Latina on a portable drum set with flowing violet hair, a towering voluptuous Afro-American girl with a perfect square afro on keytar, an even taller girl with vitiligo, lion mane white hair, and a muscular yet feminine built on bass; and a familiar face that took a second to recognize, playing the violin and leading the performance with her eyes closed.
Until they opened and revealed very familiar raven eyes.
So am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?
'Holy hell, that's CONNIE MAHESWARAN!!! ' Spinel mind screamed as she recognized the well-known delinquent of their school perform with her friends and sing the lyrics soulfully, beautifully,
"This..."Spinel began as she instinctively started setting her camera to record as she took pictures.
"Steven did you-"
She turned to her cohort about to tease him about this when she saw his face.
'Stevie, you liar .' Spinel tried to bite her grin back as she took her phone out and snapped the picture of his face. His dopey, broad, crooked smile, large eyes filled with so much affection for the delinquent, and that blush trail across his face. It was gossip gold.
'He better be careful with all that emotion on his sleeve, don't want...OOPS. Too late !' Spinel took a look at the stage, at Connie, and was surprised again to see her looking straight...them?
"Oh, no...She's looking at..." Spinel whispered as she looked at Connie's face. "She looks like the cat that ate the canary."
Connie's eyes were slightly narrowed, her brows furrowed downward, her lips pursed in a curved smug smile. However, the smugness didn't reach her eyes despite how they look.
No.
Those eyes.
They reflected the same affection that Steven was giving her.
Spinel had to back up to get both in them in her camera crosshairs. The
Image of two people, entirely in a world of their own.
