the good witch || angel & noeul
[ @noenl ] “how are you not bored of me already?” she mumbled, swirling her finger to create figures dancing in his warm coffee. the steam forming two ballerinas that danced around him until they disappeared within the safety of her home. “I figured you would have grown tired of my tricks by now. it’s not like i can do anything remarkable.” angel always doubted her abilities but secretly, she knew that there was power swirling inside her, waiting to appear once she had honed her craft more.
noeul was the only person who knew about her talents. the two had grown as friends at church and quickly, she grew fond of the boy. most would notice his strange behavior and find it unappealing but she found it quite charming and delightful. she was dazzled by his intellect and clever responses, it didn’t matter how long it took them to come out or with what tone he spoke in. it was just part of him.
the young witch whistled and a tray of cookies made it’s way over for him, all beautiful decorate for the holiday season. “cookie?”














