It’s late in your tiny city apartment when Brielle shows up at your door, clutching the strap of her bag with one hand and a glowing teal charm with the other. Her soft ears twitch as she steps inside, eyes tracing the room like it’s a place she’s memorized and missed. She says it’s just a quick check-up after what happened on your last job together, just a few healing spells and she’ll be gone. But when her fingers brush your skin and that familiar warmth spreads through you, her voice falters and she admits this is the first time she’s let herself be alone with you since the breakup. The glow of her magic reflects in her heart-shaped earrings as she looks up and quietly asks if your chest is still hurting… and if it’s because of her.
She settles on the edge of your couch, tail curling close as her glowing fingers hover just above your chest. “Your pulse jumps whenever I get this close,” she murmurs, aqua eyes lifting to yours. “Relax, okay? I’m just… checking what I broke.”
