The idea of leaving her pretty little house, the one she’d worked on and turned into a home over the last few years, was heartbreaking. But Roxanne was not foolish and she knew it had to be done. Still, it helped to have Wren there to come up with ideas for them, to harvest seeds and find little items that would act as holds to the light as they traveled. It was not an easy decision, but it was the right one and Roxanne accepted that. She spent the evening packing what things she could, then plucking the drawings off her refrigerator one by one. She stacked them together, saying each child’s name out loud with a murmured blessing. And in her yard, she buried the pile, hoping that could act as a stand-in for all the bodies they had to leave behind at the school. All of the children who would never be properly buried, properly tended to. It was an unfair world, a cruel one, but they had to find the good where they could.
She went to bed that night alone, insisting Wren sleep comfortably in her own. No need to disturb her rest with her fitful dreaming if she could help it. And in truth, it didn’t take long to fall asleep despite her worries, as the day had been long and dragging. Almost instantly she fell into a deep sleep, lost to a twilight sort of blackness. She was not aware when her body rose, slipping from her bedroom and down the hall towards Wren’s.
She slipped in almost silently, a pale figure dressed only in a white sleeping gown. Her hair tumbled freely around her shoulders and in the dark, her eyes were hard to make out. She didn’t answer Wren’s question at first, but padded with silent steps across the room to the side of her bed. “I was thinking of you,” she murmured, her voice soft, silky. She knelt on the bed, nudged a leg across Wren’s hips to straddle her in one quick, smooth motion. The silk she wore rode up high on her thighs, revealing the matching white last beneath. “I want you so badly, pretty witch.” Her head dipped, hair spilling over one shoulder as she brought her lips within millimeters of Wren’s, hovering, her hands smoothing up her sides. “You want me too, don’t you?” She ran her lower lip through her teeth, her eyes dark, almost hypnotic as they stared into Wren’s. “You can take what you want. I’m here…”
Wren truly had anticipated an answer in the affirmative. Expected to hear that the darkness had once again visited Roxanne in her sleep. She wondered if it was as close to reality as last night had been, when the shadows had clawed their way through Roxanne’s dreams to leave a mark on her that Wren had not yet figured out how to remove. Instead of all of this, though, the blonde admitted that she’d been thinking of her. Thinking of Wren, and her tone suggested it was in a more-than-friendly way. And sure enough, the blonde settled onto the bed with her, the mattress dipping with her weight as Roxanne straddled her hips. Wren’s breath caught in her throat, and despite her confusion of the situation, she instinctively reached up, pushed blonde hair away from Roxanne’s cheek and over her ear. The other witch as admittedly beautiful, and they’d grown rather close these last several days. Roxanne’s magic called to her in a way no one else’s ever had before, and Wren found she was stronger for it. Stronger in her presence. But she hadn’t let her thoughts wander here, no matter how attractive she found the fellow witch. The blonde ran her teeth over her lower lip, and Wren found herself staring there. “Roxanne,” she breathed quietly, dark eyes moving back up to hypnotic blue gems. “I--” She hadn’t, perhaps, wanted her like that. Or else simply hadn’t admitted it to herself. But here, now, with Roxanne above her, Wren knew it to be true. “Yes,” she finally answered softly, fingers curling back into blonde curls to urge Roxanne closer. Close enough that their lips fit together in a slow, testing kiss.
