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hanniebaeee · 3 days ago

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Ohh yes! He'd definitely do something like that🤭

The Honeymoon

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: smutty smut MDNI

Genre: established relationship, arranged marriage, fluff, smut

Summary: You and Felix are on your honeymoon at a beautiful beach resort. And honeymooning with Felix is an experience altogether.

Part 1 - The Wedding

The beach resort is as breathtaking and picturesque as the website boasts. It is warm, and the salty ocean breeze and the sparkling turquoise waves completely stuns you into silence.

And your cabin is a masterpiece - glass walls overlooking the beach, draped with the softest curtains and a plush bed with a heart made of rose petals that makes you roll your eyes. Of course they did that - and your husband snickers seeing the look on your face.

As you wander outside, you spot an outdoor shower tucked into the garden, which opens up to a private beach. It’s romantic, intimate, and… it's exactly Felix’s kind of setup.

“Wow,” you breathe, taking in the view. “This is amazing.”

You feel his warmth behind you and he wraps his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on your shoulder, Felix says,“It's perfect, but I think it’s missing one thing.”

You turn your head slightly and ask, “What’s that?”

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You in that little sundress I saw you pack.”

Your cheeks go up in flames immediately and you hiss, “Felix!”

He grins and says, “What? We’re on our honeymoon! When are you planning to unpack all the fun stuff?”

You try not to smile when you feel his lips against your neck, and he's grinning too, pulling you back into his arms as you attempt an escape.

“Babe! Stop!” You whine half heartedly.

“Oh please, you love it,” he says, his grin turning softer. “Admit it.”

“I tolerate it,” you say, but your voice betrays you.

“Oh, really?” He asks, turning you around to face him, and kisses you, slow and deep. He hums softly into the kiss, his tongue caressing yours gently and you pull him closer. As close as you could.

When he pulls back, he’s grinning again, but the heat in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

“So,” he says, his voice dropping, “how about we start this honeymoon right?”

Your heart skips a beat, and you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms and carries you toward the bed. Your arms go around his neck, clinging to him tight as you scream, “Put me down, Lix!”

“Sorry, can't do that,” he says, and lays you gently on the bed. “This is my honeymoon, too, you know.”

You can't help but giggle as he nuzzles the crook of your neck teasingly, and places open mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone.

The soft crash of the waves outside and the soft golden glow of the setting sun makes the moment even more beautiful. It’s so romantic, so….Felix, that you can’t help but melt into him.

The resort had a restaurant, so breathtakingly beautiful and peaceful, with dim lighting and a live band playing the softest tunes - it was perfect.

Felix holds your hand as you both walk in, and sit at a table all set for you already.

Felix eyes you shamelessly as you sit across from him. He approves of the pretty red dress that you're wearing, eyes lingering on your bare shoulders. His lips twitch into a smirk as he gazes at the faint pink and purple marks scattered across your neck and collarbone. And he looks particularly proud of his handiwork.

“You, uh… missed a spot, wifey.” he said cheekily.

Your face flames as you say, “Shut. Up.”

But Felix, being Felix, leans forward, chin resting in his hand as he watches you blush.

“I’m just saying, babe, you’re wearing it well.” He is so smugly, it's indecent.

You glare at him, picking up the menu and using it like a shield as a waiter approaches your table. “Oh my God.”

You try not to make eye contact with your insufferable husband or the waiter, as you give your order, and Felix has the audacity to wink at the poor man.

When the waiter leaves, you slap Felix’s arm and say, “Darling, you’re one more smug look away from sleeping on the floor tonight.”

Felix laughs, leaning closer as he says, “I think you’d miss me too much.”

“Try me,” you mutter, trying to cover your neck with your hair, and distract yourself so that it's not evident how much this man affects you.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know that?” he purrs.

Your food arrives, halting your response for a minute.

“I’m not mad,” you huff just as the waiter leaves, stabbing your salad with enough force to make Felix snicker.

“Mhm…totally believable,” he teases, leaning back in his chair with that lazy, devastatingly handsome smile. “Only makes me wanna do more, you know…makes me want to-”

His voice dips so low and sultry, your fork freezes mid-air as your cheeks burn. He doesn't finish that sentence, but takes your hand in his across the table and lets his thumb brush against your knuckles. It's such a simple gesture, but your heart races.

At the end of the meal, you're looking through the dessert menu, asking him what he wants to try, and he offhandedly whispers something about what he’d rather be having for dessert, you literally freeze for a second.

Because all jokes apart, you're actually so nervous and terrified of going there with him. You're so hopelessly in love with Felix, you've always been, and you want it all to be perfect. And it scares you so much.

The morning sun is strong as you and Felix head out on your trek, the trail winding through lush greenery. You've had your eyes on those mountains the minute you set foot on the island, and Felix looked interested too, so here you are.

You’re dressed for the heat - shorts and a tank top - hair in a high ponytail. Your husband is also dressed similarly, his hair put up in an adorable bun. You've been trying to ignore the butterflies in your tummy every time you gazed at him. It's beyond you, how he manages to look so snack-like, by doing absolutely nothing at all.

You adjust your backpack as you walk ahead of him (hoping that he doesn't catch up with the thirsty looks you're throwing his way). But he's got that annoying grin on his face, and you can feel his eyes burning into your back.

“You know,” he starts, his eyes unapologetically glued to your legs as you climb over a rock. “You’ve outdone yourself with the outfit today, babe.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, eyebrows raised.

“It's literally the most basic trekking attire. Just saying.” you reply, but you're really pleased.

“Basic?” he smirks, catching up to walk alongside you, “if you wanted to kill me on this trek, you could’ve just pushed me off a cliff. But you had to hit where it hurts.”

You snort as you keep walking, ignoring his less than innocent commentary about your shorts or other things as best you can. But he keeps going on, just trailing after you like an excited puppy.

You come across a little pond, and decide to rest here. The pond, surprisingly, heart shaped, is so pretty that you both click lots of pictures around it - half of which can't be shown to the world, thanks to your companion.

He sits on a rock by the pond, and pulls you onto his lap. You feel his fingers slip under the hem of your tank top, grazing your skin so softly.

“We're in the middle of a forest.” You remind him. “Wait. Are there any wild animals here?”

Felix laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet forest.

“Maybe a deer or two.” he says, his lips pressing against your sweaty neck.

“Felix,” you warn, though the smirk tugging at your lips betrays you.

“They're fading!” he says, running his fingers over the purplish marks on your skin.

“I don't think so, they don't vanish in half a day.” You say, putting your arms around his neck.

“It's probably the sunlight.” he says, kissing them softly. “I don't mind giving you more though.”

“Aha, sure,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose.

He grins and leans in to kiss you.

“What are your thoughts on our first time being out in the open? In touch with nature and things.” Felix asks, his hands slipping further up your back, under your top.

“Lixie, your ideas are the worst. I'm not getting bitten by a snake because you're horny.” You say, getting off his lap.

“Come onnnn!!!” He wails. “Honestly, babe, this is unfair.”

“I’m ignoring you.” you sing, starting to walk away.

“You love me,” he teases, and your heart flutters at that.

You sigh dramatically and say, “Unfortunately, I do.”

Once you both get back to your cabin, and clean up, Felix wants to take a walk on the beach. He leads you away from your cabin, and the waters right at your doorstep.

You both walk hand in hand, barefoot, as the waves lapped at your feet. It is so calm and peaceful here, and Felix looks really happy, but also uncharacteristically silent.

“Is everything ok?” You ask.

“Of course, today was great, wasn't it?” he says, giving your hand a little squeeze.

“Lixie, what-”

“Shh, let's just enjoy the moment, ok?” Felix gives you an assuring smile and walks slowly.

Your anxiety is creeping in again, and you keep glancing at him, wondering what's going on with him. Then you see him nod at someone across the beach. Before you could question him, he leads you back to your cabin.

It's so beautifully isolated from the rest of the resort, with a pretty trail leading towards the little private space.

“So, uh…” You clear your throat, trying to ignore how tense you feel. “You do have something in your mind.”

Felix glances at you, his freckled face glowing.

“Maybe I do. Why? Are you worried?” he says, holding your hand tighter.

“Should I be?”

“Depends.”

You sigh, and continue to walk, but as the trail opens into to reveal your cabin, you're blown away by what awaits you.

The small area in front of your cabin is illuminated by fairy lights, and a little bonfire crackled gently nearby, the glow reflecting off the pristine waves lapping at the shore.

And the main attraction of the evening is the cute little picnic set up in the center - a picnic blanket spread with fluffy cushions, a low table set with dinner for two, with candles flickering in the soft breeze.

And if all this isn't enough, there by the bonfire stands the prettiest tent you've ever seen. Strung with more tiny lights and flowers - flaps held open with strings. You can't ignore the way your heart races as your eyes skim the cozy blankets and cushions waiting in the tent.

“Felix…” you breathe, eyes wide as you take it all in. “Oh my God.”

He chuckles, draping an arm casually over your shoulder.

“You like it, then?” he asks, and you want to say a hundred things, but you can only nod. He kisses your cheek and winks at you, before walking toward the resort employee, who stood respectfully to the side, waiting for Felix.

You can’t hear their conversation, but when he returns, he is smiling softly at you.

“All set,” he says, offering you his hand. “Shall we?”

You nod, following him, but looking back at the resort staff, who is nowhere in sight now.

“Relax, love,” he says, lacing his fingers with yours and guiding you to the picnic mat. “It’s just you and me tonight. Promise.”

You settle onto the mat, the warmth of the bonfire mingling with the cool breeze off the ocean. Felix pours two glasses of champagne, handing one to you with a little bow.

“To us,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “And to your little dress I've been dying to see.”

Your laugh as you clink glasses.

“To us,” you echo, letting him serve you dinner (that looks way too beautiful to eat). Felix is a perfect gentleman all through it, until it's time for dessert. He pulls you to his side of the table, and right onto his lap, feeding you bites of the soft tender coconut pudding. He brushes off some invisible crumbs off your lips with his thumb, before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You good?” he asks, setting the spoon down to hold you with both his hands.

“More than good,” you reply, and Felix leans in, pecking your lips. The firelight dances across his face, highlighting the golden freckles scattered across his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, Lixie,” you say, your fingers brushing carefully over his freckles.

“You think so, wifey?” He asks, his smile so soft and genuine.

“Can you just kiss me already?”

He chuckles, and gives you what you want. The kiss is slow at first - tender and sweet, but it quickly deepens. Felix’s fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours, leaving you breathless.

You can feel his hand move down to rest on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasp as he bites down on your lower lip, and pulls you back into a searing kiss.

When you finally pull back, he smiles, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “if you keep kissing me like that, I might have to carry you into that tent.”

“What’s stopping you?” you ask, grinning back at him.

His eyes darken with a mix of amusement and something more, and before you know it, he’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you toward the tent.

Inside, the fairy lights cast a warm glow over you both. Felix sets you down gently, his hands lingering at your waist as he leans in close.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek.

“I love you too Lixie,” you whisper back, your voice trembling slightly as he kisses you again, and his lips slowly make their way down your neck.

It feels so good, and terrifying altogether. You grip his arms tightly, and he pulls back to look at you.

“We don't have to-”

“I want to.”

“Baby-”

“Felix, I'm sure. I don't know what I should do-”

He's kissing you again, harder, and it steals your breath away. His body is so firm and warm against yours, and his hand trembles as his fingers gently brush against the bare skin of your thigh.

He slowly slides his hand up, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your breath quickens as his hand slips under the hem of your dress, and over your inner thigh, gently caressing the soft skin.

You gasp a little, and Felix stops quickly and asks, “Not ok?”

“No, no, please don't stop!” You say, breath heavy, giving him a wide eyed look.

“Ok,” He says, nodding and his hand moves higher, and he feels the heat radiating from you. He pauses, his breath hot against your neck, waiting for you to stop him if you wanted to.

But you just nod, and his fingers finally reach your wetness, softly touching you over your panties. He strokes you gently, his touch light and teasing. You let out the softest moan ever, your hands gripping him tighter.

He couldn't wait any longer and you shiver as his hand slips inside your panties. He explores your folds gently, his thumb finding your clit, and he begins to rub it in slow, circular motions, and you try your best not to be loud.

Felix, his mouth now close to yours, whispers, “You're so wet, baby,”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and he slowly inserts a finger inside you, and you can actually hear how wet you are. Your cheeks burn, as he continues to pleasure you, his touch becoming more insistent.

“Felix, I-” You don't know what to say or do, because your head is spinning from how good it feels.

Just as you start to feel that familiar knot build inside you, Felix stops. His eyes seek yours, as he sits up and asks a very simple question that makes you stare back at him open-mouthed.

“Can I… can I, um, taste you?”

“I'm sorry, what?” You ask, sitting up as well, your skin blazing hot.

“Baby, can I eat you out, please?” Felix is giving you that puppy eyed look, and you are completely blank. Especially so because you've never experienced it before. So you don't know what to expect.

“Um…”

“Please? Pleeeease!!!” Felix says shifting closer to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “I promise it'll feel great. We can stop if you don't like it…but I really really want to!”

You gaze at him, begging you to let him eat you out, and he's so adorable even when he's being so unreasonably hot. You find yourself nodding (at this point you'd nod to anything he wants).

He gives you such a happy grin before quickly pushing you back down and pulling your panties down your legs. He turns to pull at the strings holding the tent flaps open. They flutter close, and it's just you and him under the warm glow of the fairy lights.

He leaned forward, kissing down your chest, nuzzling your breasts and the hardened peaks of your nipples. His breath is so hot against your skin, you're writhing under him, and bites your nipple over your dress, making you whimper, your fingers gripping at his hair.

His hands cup your breasts and he squeezes them, before his hands move down, tracing the curve of your waist and hips, before pushing up your dress to expose you.

You tense instantly and close your legs, and he runs his hands up and down your thighs, saying, “Relax baby. I've got you, ok?”

You nod, taking in a shaky breath.

“I want to taste you, baby, to make you come on my tongue.”

Your eyes widen at his bold words, and you're so nervous, but he coaxes you to let him see you.

“Felix, wait-”

“It's just me. You trust me, right?”

“I do-”

“Good girl,” His voice is just a whisper, as he slowly leans in, and places a kiss on your inner thigh. And then another. And then another - this time, right on your clit. Your body jerks at the sudden contact. And Felix, losing all control of himself, runs his tongue from your slit to clit, tasting you for the first time.

Felix moans softly, the taste of you sending a surge of pleasure through him. You're a whimpering mess as he licks you again, his tongue delving deeper into your hole. You are so dizzy with pleasure, your hands tightening in his hair. He's messy as he latches onto your clit, sucking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your body tensing as the pleasure builds. And when you hit your high, your legs shake and you can't take it - you cry out softly, as Felix holds your hips firmly, his mouth never leaving you.

He stops, resting his head against your belly as you gasp at him to stop because it's too much. Your chest heaves and your body shimmers with a sheen of sweat. Felix smiles up at you, his eyes filled with adoration, and he just looks so happy, though you can see that he's painfully hard in his pants.

You reach out, and he crawls up to you, letting you wipe off the wetness from his chin and lips with your hand. He hugs you tight and says, “You're so sweet, baby,”

You smile, your heart overflowing with love for him.

“I want you to feel good too.” You say, trying to sit up, but he shakes his head, holding you down. “Lix, let me-”

“Let me fuck you then,” He says quickly and you fall silent at his choice of words.

“Ok,”

He grins as he pulls his shirt off his head, tossing it aside, but he wants you to keep your dress on because he's been fantasizing about it for way too long.

And when he finally pushes into you, he's completely gone. He's lost. He's in a trance. And it's borderline funny.

“What are you smiling for?” He asks, pounding into you, his eyes rolling to the back of head, because you're so tight, and you keep clenching around him. “Fuck baby, stop doing that-”

You can barely speak, but you keep your eyes open, just so you can remember this day forever. That look of bliss on his face. Like he's living a dream - which he is.

And when he finally cums (a hell lot), he is about to pull out, but you insist that he doesn't. And he's kind of worried, so you assure him that you are prepared for that, seconds before he spills inside you with a string of curses leaving his lips.

He collapses on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You're panting too (and desperately in need of a shower), when Felix lifts his head and teases you about being prepared for him. What he doesn't expect is an equally shameless response from you.

“What am I supposed to do, hubby dearest. I figured we'll be fucking like bunnies-”

“Where is my wife and what have you done to her?!” Felix asks, sitting up and staring at you open-mouthed.

“You've officially broken me, Lee Felix.”

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runningfrom2am · 3 days ago

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🥹🥹 thank you millie omg ♥️♥️

i love that too like just give my girl a chance plsss

moon river // part one

summary: people in lincoln county are dropping dead alongside their livestock, the wells are running dry and children are prompted from their beds to wander unconsciously in the night. billy has been hired as a last resort by the lawmen as a bounty hunter, charged with the task of hunting and killing the witch responsible in exchange for a reward and the clearing of his name. how could he turn that down?

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

wc: 7.6k

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tags/warnings: witch!reader x bounty hunter!billy, warning for like,,, witchcraft and stuff i suppose?? mentions of death, minor amounts of gore and animal mutilation. devil worship and other supernatural/biblical tea. also angst. probably.

a/n: impulsive new series dw ab it. i'm thinking this'll be only a few parts but based on how long part one is, i don't think that means much lol. buckle in.

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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The reward had been posted for weeks, and any man who dared to set foot in the woods on the hunt for the witch who had been cursing local crops and killing livestock didn't return at all. Billy was confident, though. He could draw and shoot quicker than anyone, and he had not only been offered the reward, but also the clearing of his name and a clean slate- and damn if that wasn't an impossible offer to turn down. Even if the sheriff was pretty damn desperate in order to seek Billy out unarmed to beg him to go after this witch.

Rifle in hand, he walked for hours hunting for a girl he'd only heard rumours of. Of her pretty hair that fell in enchanting waves and her bright, sparkling eyes that were deceptive in a way that could suck a man in and kill him with nothing more than a quick flick of her wrist. But he'd met plenty of girls like that before. He also heard she was horrid, scary and old and plucked straight from everyone's mother's horror stories passed onto them as children to keep them in their beds at night. In truth, he had no clue what he was walking into.

The forest was quiet today, eerily so, without even the chirping of birds or the wind in the trees to keep him company on the foot journey. Nothing. He wasn't welcome here and something deep inside of him knew it. Walking into a clearing, he gets only the mildest relief as the wind brushes the long grass against his boots and the woods isn't suffocating him any longer. Until the breath is vacuumed straight out of his lungs when he sees the first sign of life in miles.

This girl must be his age, of all the things he heard he didn't truly expect that. It was hard to tell as she was crouched over one of many graves in the open clearing, the sun making her hair glow like it had hand picked that surface to reflect off of. She can't be the witch everyones afraid of. He can even hear her now, the subtle humming of a tune coming from her lips as she laid out flowers from a basket below the shoddy cross. This was just a girl taking care of a forgotten grave, that was all. Despite his better judgement, he wants to believe that.

"Hello?" He calls, tilting his head slightly as he takes a hesitant step closer across the clearing.

You already knew he was there, of course. You could feel the shift in the air when he entered the space a minute or so prior. You turn your head, standing up straight again and brushing off the front of your dress.

"Hello, there." You reply, offering him a small smile as you pick up the basket from your feet. Admittedly, he was the youngest (and handsomest) of the men you assume had come to kill you, but you're surprised the woods had even let him get this close. The forest can see something in him you could not, clearly. Who are you to deny its very will?

The power in your skin thrums like a second heartbeat in your fingertips and against your ribcage, and you bring a hand up to grasp at the crystal hanging around your neck.

He notices the way your hand tightens around the necklace in your fingers almost anxiously, and it makes his own hand subconsciously itch to raise his rifle as he takes another step closer towards you. He swallows, trying his damndest to not show even a flicker of fear behind his eyes. There is none. She's just a girl, he has to convince himself, but you can see it. Feel it in the air around him even as he stands perfectly steady and strong in front of you.

"Who are you?"

A pretty girl, alone in a forest that no-one else dares tread into. It's a curious sight, and it only serves to make him more on edge. No one in their right mind would be in this forest of their own will.

You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he steps closer but making no attempt to move away yourself.

You answer with your name, soft and sweet as honey as you twist the chain around your neck slightly, eyes locked now on the gun in his hands.

"You're..." You pause for a moment to think, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. "Billy. That's your name, right?"

His hand tightens on his rifle. The feeling of being somewhere he was never supposed to have entered made beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck as he felt the air thicken all around them. "How do you know that?"

You hesitate on how to answer. You can't very well tell him that you felt it, that you just knew. That you just knew he was here to kill you. You are far from the most social of girls, but you had to save face.

"You look like a Billy." You smile softly. "And it's a common enough name, is it not? A safe guess."

His eyes narrow slightly as his grip on the rifle relaxes. You were hiding something, that much was blatantly clear just from looking at your face, but still, he couldn't imagine someone like you to be the reason the townsfolk kept their doors locked and children well away come sundown.

"I suppose." He finally says, a hand coming up from his rifle to pull his low brimmed hat off his head- a small show of reluctant respect. Though, he still keeps his distance.

Your smile relaxes a little bit just as the subtle sounds of birds chirping and the wind through the leaves surrounds you again in background noise. "It suits you." You tell him, grabbing the basket handle with both hands now.

A hint of surprise flickers across his face at the odd compliment, but it fades just as quickly as it appeared. He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, watching you carefully. If he was being honest, he didn't want to believe that the woman in front of him was a witch. You are far more delicate than that.

"What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Oh, well, I was passing through and saw all these graves. I couldn't help but feel they were lacking some flowers." You explain, lying easily and glancing down at the ones you had already spent time laying lavenders over, five or six of them still looking fresh, without as much grass regrowing over the dirt just yet. "Lavender helps with sleep, you know. It ensures a peaceful rest."

He takes a moment to look at the surrounding graves, his stomach twisting at the sight of how many there were. Ten, at least. He'd seen graveyards before, many times, but something about the lack of proper head stones and the makeshift crosses that were just wooden sticks shoved in the dirt made this feel so much darker.

He frowns as he turns his eyes back to you. "Aren't you afraid of what people say about this place? That it's cursed or something."

"Cursed?" You ask, brow furrowing slightly as you look back at him with a slightly confused smile. "It isn't cursed. It's just a forest."

You knew as much as he seemed to that what you were saying wasn't true, but "cursed" was definitely not the right word to describe it. Though, if the townspeople were saying it was cursed, well, it made more sense as to why people came in here intent on killing you more and more recently.

He can't help but notice the way your smile tightens ever so slightly at the comment, like it was forced to remain on your lips in an attempt to keep up appearances when in reality you wanted to do anything but. You were nervous.

"It don't take a genius to figure out that no one goes in these woods alone for no good reason. A lot of people get lost in here. A lot of people don't come back." He can't help but look back at the headstones of people who most likely went missing, forever lost to the forest. To you. "And I ain't ever seen you in Lincoln."

The two of you stand in the clearing for another moment, neither of you speaking. Neither of you moving as the world around the two of you seems to hold its breath. He feels himself wanting to reach out and touch you, like he was in a trance of sorts. He wants to know what you're hiding, he wants to know who you are. A large part of him already knows, subconsciously wishing it wasn't true.

He tears his eyes away, shaking his head. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here for the reward- not to start sympathizing.

"Oh," You reply quietly, unsure what to say as you force yourself to keep your eyes on him instead of looking over at the fresh graves. "I... I am sorry to hear that."

He studies you for a moment, trying to decipher your carefully worded reply. He can't tell if you actually feel sorry for those who came here and never made it out alive, or if you're just trying to cover up the fact that you may be connected to it.

"It's a shame, really. A lot of good men have gone missing out here, never to be seen again."

He looks like he's about to ask another question before he notices the way your knuckles start to turn white from gripping the basket so hard.

"Your hands are shaking." The observation is formed more like a question, an accusing tone you pick up on easily.

You look down at your hands, eyes widening a bit before you tuck them behind your back with the basket. "Oh, uh... sorry. I can't control it sometimes." You admit sheepishly.

He watches the way you try and hide your hands out of view, and it only serves to make him more suspicious of you. Why would the thought of him seeing your hands shaking make you so anxious?

He doesn't call you out on it, though. "What do you mean can't control it sometimes? Are you nervous?"

"I-I just... I haven't eaten yet today. And it runs in my family, you know. Shaky hands." You explain, trying not to sound as nervous as you are.

"You're lying." He accuses, watching your reaction carefully.

As he speaks the previous chirping of the birds and the wind in the trees and in the grass halts in an instant, like the forest itself was tensing with you. You knew what that meant. Your gaze flickers from his face down to the gun in his hands and back quickly as you take a small step back. "I- I'm not, honestly." You reply with a slightly nervous laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere again and delay the inevitable. Either he wasn't going to hurt you, or he was the one meant to hurt you. It was a mystery of the universe you were less than eager to discover the outcome of.

His eyes flick over to the surrounding trees as the forest goes quiet, as if it was listening- waiting. He grips the rifle a little tighter when you take a step back, his shoulders tensing slightly.

"You're a very bad liar." He responds, his eyes back on you again. The change in your behaviour doesn't go unnoticed by him, as he slowly starts to lift his rifle to an almost aiming position.

"Don't-" You urge him quickly, your eyes going wide again with more urgency as you hold a hand up to try and stop him. In the same moment he starts to lift his gun, the clouds seem to cover the sun and the beautiful beams of light entering the clearly through the trees is all but gone to gray.

His eyes flick up to the sky as the forest is cast into darkness. He isn't an idiot, he doesn't believe that clouds could move across the sky that quickly- only one other thing could make a place this dark this fast.

"...You did that." He points out with an accusatory tone, his eyes back on you as he adjusts the rifle, aiming the barrel straight at you.

You drop the basket, raising your hands as the still air picks up a somewhat electric buzz to it, the sky darkening further. You didn't know what the forest had done to the other men, but you suspected you were about to find out.

"I-I didn't, I haven't done anything. I swear." You promise him, voice shaking a bit.

He holds the gun steadily as he watches you closely, the way your eyes dart around the clearing as if searching for a way out, the way the air is now thick with something that he can't put his finger on. It's something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, it's something that feels dangerous. He's always been attuned to it.

"Don't bullshit me." He says, cocking the rifle with a click. His eyes watch you like a hawk, the barrel of the gun now pointed directly between your bright, enchanting irises.

"I know why you're here." You stammer out quickly, slowly moving your hands out to your sides toward the trees on either side of you as the leaves start to rustle more urgently in the wind. "I mean... I don't know why but I know you're here to kill me, right?"

He tenses slightly as you begin to move your hands toward the trees, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger of his rifle. "You have the townsfolk scared shitless. They put a damn price on your head, and word spreads fast." He tilts his head, continuing to watch you intently as the air becomes more and more electric.

"What?" You ask, to him looking genuinely confused as you watch his finger graze over the trigger. "I-I've never even been into town. I've never done anything to them."

The wind picks up then, blowing wickedly through your hair and ruffling the skirts of your dress.

His body tenses at the feeling of the wind blowing so fiercely, the trees beginning to sway with the force of it. The air is thick, almost electric in a way that can't possibly be natural, and he's beginning to realize just what he's gotten himself into.

"You expect me to believe you?" He responds, the barrel of the gun still aimed at your head. He doesn't know why he hasn't fired already, he knows he's staring down the sights of his hunting rifle directly at the witch he was meant to kill. Who has killed six of Lincoln's bravest men and is currently standing over their graves.

When he moves the gun you wince, and the sound of the trees shifting becomes almost more intentional now as you hold your hands up higher at either side of your body. "I-I'll explain... Just... just put down the gun. Please."

"Why should I do that?" He asks, keeping his aim on you despite the trees that now seem so alive all around you- like they were whispering.

"You just have to trust me!" You call out, now that the wind was getting louder and louder, the sky darker as the trees closed in on the two of you, more specifically, the branches reaching for him.

He clocks it quickly; the branches slowly creeping down, the leaves reaching out towards him. It was like they were going to reach out and grab him at any moment, and the idea is making the hair on his arms stand straight up. It wasn't real, he knew better than that.

"How... how are you doing this?" He asks, his eyes flicking back to you, his rifle still raised.

"I'm not!" You shout, hands pushed out on either side of you as you squint against the wind, expression tense as the air pushes in on you from every direction. "I'm trying to stop it, just drop the gun!"

His eyes dart between you and the trees, noticing the way the branches are slowly inching towards him, and how you seem to almost be trying to push them back, your entire body tensing with some unknown effort.

"And if I drop the gun and you try something, huh?" He yells back, his finger still resting against the cool metal of the lightened trigger.

"You'll end up dead either way!" You shout, squeezing your eyes shut now as a couple small roots start to slowly coil around his ankles. "I don't want to bury you! Just drop it!"

He glances down at the roots slowly making their way up his lower legs, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to comprehend how in the hell something like this is even possible. Finally, he grunts, clicking the safety back on his rifle and dropping it to the dirt. As soon as the weapon is out of his hands, the atmosphere in the clearing changes.

Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the pressure get taken off of you as soon as he drops the gun.

You drop your hands back down to your sides, winded from the exertion of keeping him alive. It seemed to have moved quick, the forest in its efforts to eliminate the threat, but you have to imagine it was much slower than it was when it set its sights on the other men who set foot in here to kill you.

"Are you okay?" You ask, gasping to catch your breath as the roots remain wrapped loosely around his ankles, incase it needed to grab him again quickly. Though, the skies had mostly cleared and the wind had stopped now.

He stands frozen in place for a moment, his breath heavy in his lungs as adrenaline courses through his veins and his heart hammers violently in his chest. "I.... I'm fine I think..." He responds, looking down at the roots still clinging to his ankles. He's at a loss as to how the hell something like that can even happen, even more so how you could make that happen.

He tries to get his legs free from the roots, but they cling to him stubbornly, even when he pulls with his full weight. He huffs in frustration, dropping himself to sit down on the ground. "Are you gonna get those things to let go of me? I dropped the damn gun."

They tighten a bit as he talks to you like that and you watch as more vines slither across the ground and wrap around his rifle, dragging it away while also doing the same with the revolver on his hip.

"I... I can't." You admit quietly, wringing your hands nervously in front of you. "I told you, I'm not doin' it."

His eyes widen as the roots from the ground pull his revolver off of him, and the vines drag his rifle towards some far off tree line. He realizes promptly he's being toyed with- like a mouse to an un-hungry cat.

"The hell do you mean you can't?" He asks frustratedly, his eyes locked on you as you fidget in place. His heart is still pumping faster than it has in years. "Do it!"

"I-I, well-"

You start, ready to try and explain but you don't get very far before he's quickly hoisted up off the ground by his feet, being hung upside down as bullets and coins rain from of his pockets. He curses loudly over your yelp of surprise as the forest tosses him up into the air, leaving him to hang by his ankles nearly twenty feet above the ground. He can feel the blood quickly rushing to his head, leaving him dizzy as the items in his pockets come tumbling out. As he tries to reach for something, he loses his balance and starts to swing back and forth like a pendulum.

You wince in sympathy as you hesitantly reach out toward him before pulling your hand back quickly. "Sorry, sorry..." You say through clenched teeth, a guilty expression on your face.

"Could you... please... get me down?" He asks in a strained voice, trying his hardest to keep what was left in his stomach where it was.

You frown, taking a small, hesitant step closer. "I... I told you, I'm not doin' it." You repeat, glancing down at the small objects that fell from his pockets.

"Do you... always carry that many bullets?"

This is the first time in a forever that he's felt so defenseless, hanging from his feet in some clearly, definitely cursed forest. Still, he tries to ignore the humiliation he feels at being in this position, trying to keep his cool while also trying to keep in his breakfast.

"I like to be prepared." He responds tightly, his eyes staring at the ground as he continues to swing back and forth slowly above you.

"For what..?" You ask, knowing that now probably isn't the time, but you truly are curious. And it's not like he could hurt you at the moment.

He pauses for a second, thinking it over before shrugging awkwardly in his hung up position. "You never know when danger might come knocking." He explains, his eyes continuing to be locked on the grass below him. This was a damn embarrassing position to be in with an audience, especially a pretty one.

"Yeah I... I guess so..." You agree, unsure what to do as the vines circle him further, searching inside his clothes for more weapons, no doubt.

He lets the forest strip him of his weapons in silence, his pride already bruised for the day anyway. He only lets out a small grunt as a particularly sharp branch pokes him in the stomach, searching for anything else that might be hidden.

"If I ask you something, these things aren't gonna try and strangle me or anything, right?" He calls down, gritting his teeth as his blood continues to rush to his head.

You can't help but giggle a little as you look up at him, his arms dangling below his head and his shirt starting to fall a little bit as well.

"I don't think so." You say, tilting your head slightly and squinting against the sun as it comes back with your quiet laughter, surrounding you in more warmth and lighter air.

He watches you as you laugh, watching the way your eyes crinkle and the way your smile spreads across your face. He's starting to realize that he's pretty unfortunately attracted to you, especially with the way the sunlight hits you the way it always seems to. Taunting him, tempting him- you were a gift from the trees he doesn't think he would do very well to try and pluck away from the stem.

He takes a breath, swallowing hard and lifting his hands to try and swat away the vine digging into the waistband of his trousers to get at the dagger he had there. "Why aren't you scared of me?"

You giggle again, lowering your hand as some of the tree branches grow up and out in the perfect spot to shield only your eyes from the sun.

"No offense, but you're not exactly very fear-inducing at the moment." You reply, watching in slight amusement as he dangles from the roots, spinning slowly without an ounce of control over it.

He watches you shield your eyes with the branches, finding himself a little surprised at how the forest seems to bend to your will. Despite that, a small smile appears on his face, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "What're you talking about? I'm terrifying."

You let out another laugh as he tried to cross his arms over his chest, and then the birds are singing again. The roots start to lower him just a little bit at his lighthearted joke and the way it made me smile, and he finally stopped resisting.

"Yeah, I'm quakin' in my boots."

He rolls his eyes as he lets the plants lower him down, still trying not to look completely humiliated. "Very funny, smartass. Mind telling them to lower me the rest of the way?"

The roots quickly jerk him back up again at the comment and your smile drops as you wince again. His lips form into a tight line when the roots yank him back up again, his head spinning as all his blood shoots straight back to his brain. "I can't tell them what to do, unfortunately." You remind him, head still tilted back at a mildly uncomfortable angle to look up at him.

"They seemed to listen to you just a minute ago to give you some shade." He mutters, feeling like an idiot just hanging there.

"I didn't ask for them to do that." You reply, another small smile tugging at your lips that seems to bring the sun back just a bit.

He watches as your lips pull into a smile again, noticing the way the sun seems to come back just a little every time it does. He's starting to get it, even if he was far from a comprehensive or even realistic understanding.

"Oh, so this stuff is just what- a coincidence now?" He asks, gesturing to a nearby tree that had pushed its branches out to act as your own personal umbrella.

You look up at the branches over your head before back at him. "Okay, well, I never said that." You chuckle, standing on your toes and reaching up to one of the leaves, letting a ladybug crawl onto your fingers.

He watches you stand on your toes and reach up, nymph-like in the most graceful of ways- a sight if he's ever seen one. He can't help but notice how the sun seems to break through the trees a little more now, lighting your face and hair up in a way that's almost angelic. He can feel his mouth starting to go dry as he watched you play with the ladybug. "So... you talk to bugs too?"

"What? No." You giggle, letting the bug crawl up your arm and into your hair. They did really seem to like your hair, something you had always picked up on. You didn't like it much, but they never stayed for long. Just explored for a few moments before continuing on their merry way. "It's... it's more complicated than that. More like a feeling. Not with bugs," You explain quickly. "Just like... the space, if that makes sense."

He lets his eyes linger on the small red bug that was currently making a home in your hair, trying to distract himself from the way a few strands of it seemed to fall against the exposed skin of your collarbone.

"I'll be honest... not really." He responds, a small smile on his face, "I'm not much acquainted with stuff like that."

When you look up at him again, smile widening a bit when you see he's smiling too, the roots start to lower him another foot or so again. "That's alright. I don't really get it either." You shrug softly.

He lets out a small huff of laughter as he's lowered down again, finally feeling like he's starting to get used to hanging upside down. "Well, I guess we're two peas in a pod then, huh?" The sun breaks through the trees even further, casting a golden glow on both of you and the plants surrounding you.

You grin up at him and his flushed red face as you step out of the little umbrella and pick up his hat from the ground, dusting it off before starting to gather all his things and setting them inside like it was a bucket.

"So... what did you say was happening in the town? Livestock are dyin'? People gettin' sick?"

He watches you dust off his hat and collect his belongings as you speak, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest that he felt when he saw you handling his stuff like it was the most casual thing in the world.

"Yeah..." He responds, his voice sounding a little distracted, "No one's been able to figure out why for months now. They tried blaming it on all sorts of things, but nothing's worked so far... that's why I'm here."

"They think it's me." You comment, nodding slightly, picking up the last of his things before standing up again, looking up at him.

He watches you brush down your dress, his eyes lingering longer than they should on the gentle curve of your waist and how your seemingly soft hand smoothed over the surface. With the sun lighting you up like you were an angel sent from heaven itself? Maybe you were just as dangerous as they said. "Well... are you?"

Your brow furrows slightly and you shake your head, a small frown pulling at your lips. "No... I... Like I said I've never even been to the town. Okay, well, maybe once or twice, but I just like to go to the farmer's market every once in a while. I'd never want to hurt anyone."

He watches you look down sadly, noticing how your expression shifts to the sad one he saw when you were tending the graves not too long ago. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest, realizing his comment had been a little thoughtless.

"Hey, I didn't mean..." He starts, pausing for a moment as the vines slowly let him down even lower, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's not your fault." You reply, watching him get lowered a little bit further. "If everyone believes it, I wouldn't expect you not to."

He's finally almost on the ground now, hanging just about eye level with you. At this point, looking at you from the upside down view makes his head spin a little.

"Yeah, well... I guess I still shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." He responds, watching as a soft breeze blows in through the clearing, messing your hair up for a moment and filling the air with the scent of wildflowers.

Your smile grows a bit at that. "Well, thank you. I appreciate that."

Then the roots are suddenly turning him upright again before he has the chance to even consider what to say, lowering him quickly to the grass and thrusting him forward into you. "Whoa..!" He stumbles forward, suddenly upright again, only to be flung forward at full speed straight into you. He grabs your arms by instinct, trying to keep from knocking you both backwards but failing as both of you land on a soft area of moss. The two of you fall back onto the ground, him landing on top of you with a soft thud. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks down at you below him.

You're shocked at first, getting your bearings quickly though as you look up at him and into his blue eyes. It feels like you're looking straight through him at the beautiful and now clear sky above you, and you can't help but giggle when you've realized what happened. Clearly, the forest didn't see him as a threat to you anymore; stripped bare of his weapons and armed only with an apology for making assumptions.

His heart skips a beat the moment you start to laugh, the sound like music to his ears. He'd never heard a prettier sound than that. His heart hammers against his chest as he looks down at your face, the sunlight streaming through the tree tops to perfectly light up your face, giving you a golden glow. He can feel his mouth going dry again, just like it did earlier. He had never found someone so beautiful before, and for a moment, he's scared he's fallen victim to your rumoured enchantments.

He realizes after a moment how long he's been staring, and how close the two of you are. His face was so close he could see the individual lashes framing your eyes, the freckles spread across your skin, the light flush across your cheeks. His eyes fall to your lips, realizing how soft they looked... and how he badly he would like to taste them... Oh, he must be enchanted somehow.

"Are you quite alright?" You giggle, shifting a little bit, unwilling to outright ask him to get off. "I didn't expect them to throw you like that."

The giggling helps snap him out of it, and he suddenly realizes just how embarrassing the situation looks, and how strange it is that the forest would even do that to begin with. He scrambles to get off of you, sitting beside you on the ground.

"Yeah.. yeah... I'm fine...." He responds sheepishly, a flush on his own face as a few stray pieces of moss stick onto his clothes.

His face was still burning, and he couldn't get the sight of you laughing out of his head. The way your eyes had sparkled, how your hair had been splayed out around you against the grass... he shakes his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He didn't have time to be getting all distracted like this. He glances over to you, noticing how your hair was still messy from the fall, a few blades of grass sticking out of it as a few flowers from the surrounding area are caught in the strands too.

You close your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he moves off of you, smiling a little to yourself as you feel the sun on your skin. Just for that, it seems to burn a little brighter.

After a few moments you push yourself up so you're sitting as well, your gaze finding him again. "You must really believe me."

He tilts his head slightly, watching you push yourself into a sitting position beside him, your back against the tree and the sun still shining through the branches onto your face. He can feel his heart skip a beat as he stares.

"How do you figure that?" He blinks, trying to snap out of it and trying not to think too hard about how he was starting to feel towards you so quickly.

You nod over to the roots and vines retreating slowly back into the tree line. "They wouldn't have let you down otherwise."

He glances back over to the trees, watching the roots and the vines disappear back into the underbrush. He'd almost forgotten they were there, so distracted by you. A frown tugged at his lips, he should never be this distracted.

"I guess you're right..." He responds.

"You were the first to even get that close." You admit quietly, a thoughtful expression on your face as you glance over at the makeshift crosses and mounds of dirt a few feet away.

He lets out a soft breath of disbelief, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the little burial site, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realizes just how rude he'd been when he first got there. You had been taking care of something really important to you and he had just thrown accusations at you without even knowing you. And for some reason the forest had even allowed him to get that close... there must be a good reason.

Even in these past few minutes of speaking to you, he'd been able to tell that you weren't dangerous, and hell- you were honestly one of the nicest people he'd ever met, and by far the prettiest. Not that that mattered.

He finally looks away from the crosses and focuses back on your face, noticing the grass and the flowers, and he can't help but think that they look kind of cute on you.

"Who are those for? ...If you don't mind me asking."

"The men who came before you, I assume." You tell him, looking down and picking at the grass. "You mentioned that people were hunting me, and no one came back. And I was wondering why bodies kept turning up here..."

A lump lodges in his throat as you confirm what he already knew deep down inside. He swallows hard, trying not to let the realization that he could've been just as dead as them show on his face, but by the look on yours, he knows you can tell what he's thinking anyway.

"You... didn't kill them?" He asks, trying to sound strong, but not quite keeping the trepidation out of his voice.

Your eyes snap up to his and you quickly shake your head. "No! No, I-" You defend quickly, sitting up a bit straighter and pushing yourself back a bit. "I... Like I said, they just turned up here. I come out here often to check on the older ones and lay flowers, I started coming back and there would just be someone laying there dead. I didn't... I just buried them."

His face softens slightly as he sees the panicked expression on your face, how defensive you were at the accusation, how you quickly scooted away from him as if you would run if you had to. He knew you were telling the truth. He curses himself for letting his imagination create the image of you again, standing over a corpse with your hands covered in blood- that thought alone made him somewhat nauseous.

He lets out a slow, shaky breath, his eyes glued to the little crosses. He could've been there too, no better than carrion for the animals. Of course they were the men who came before him, and he's sure the forest was much less forgiving than just hanging them by their boots and taking their guns.

"Why do you come back here every day?" He finds himself asking.

"I... uh... I don't live far." You explain, glancing back over your shoulder. "And... um... my parents are here. And my brother." You add quietly, fiddling with the crystal around your neck as you look briefly over at some much older graves at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes follow your gaze over to where a group of older, smaller crosses laid on the other side of the clearing, and the realization finally set in that you were here every day to tend the graves of your family.

"You're an orphan...." He says it like a statement instead of a question, not realizing he'd said it out loud until a moment later.

You nod softly in response, leaning back on one of your palms.

"You are too." You reply, tone gentle in the observation.

He freezes, his eyes going wide as you call him out so delicately. The way you say it, it was almost like you had looked inside and had seen him for exactly what he was.

"How'd you know?"

"I can feel it." You tell him, knowing how vague it sounded- but you didn't have any better understanding of it than he did.

He blinks, looking down at the ground as he processes that. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach, knowing that somehow, you'd seen straight through every front he put up in seconds."What do you mean by that?"

You shrug slightly. "Exactly what I said. I can just... feel it. Like you can see or hear things, you know? I just... know. It's hard to explain."

He was silent for a few moments as he nodded slowly, still watching the way your fingers fidgeted with the necklace around your neck. He knew something was up with you, with how the forest seemed to welcome him when it made everyone else run. But he was starting to get the feeling he was only just scratching the surface.

He took a moment, looking up again at the simple crosses and mounds of dirt littered around the clearing, the thought that you'd had to bury your family by yourself and continue tending to their graves for who knows how long was making his heart ache in a way he didn't know was so familiar to him until he was faced with it.

"I'm sorry." He finally speaks after a few stiff moments, his voice sounding a bit softer and more tentative than before. "How old were you?"

"Fourteen." You answer quietly, looking over at him again and offering him a weak smile.

A lump forms in his throat as he takes in your answer. You'd taken care of them at only fourteen years old. The realization settled heavily in his stomach like a rock, how impossibly unfair the world was, to be dealing hands just like his out to others. To sweet girls with soft skin and perfect smiles. "Jesus ...." He mutters quietly, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes.

Picturing you as a reflection of himself, nothing more than a child, all alone in the dark forest trying her best to dig a hole for all her loved ones overturning into a vision of the last he had seen of his family. Year after hurtful year, standing over graves and tossing in handfuls of dirt to send them on their way. It made bile rise in his throat.

He looks over at you silently, and his heart aches again. He knows what it feels like to be all alone. You, in the cold, dark woods for so long with no one to look to and him, in the cold and bright lights of being hunted for his actions. You, sitting next to him on the soft forest floor, were his only chance at leaving that behind. Of looking to the future, burying you and the harm you supposedly caused behind him with his wanted posters left to blow inconsequentially in the wind. He wonders how long it had been since you had seen another face other than his in this little graveyard, and he realizes he couldn't stomach carrying your corpse back into town. If the trees would even let him take your body so far without leaving your cold skin covered in the claw marks of it's efforts to keep you here with it, nestled in the safety of its tree cover.

"No one should have to live like this... all alone." He says quietly, the words leaving his mouth before he even realizes it.

You pull at the grass in front of you mindlessly as you shrug. "I'm not alone. Not really." You say quietly.

You look over at him again, studying him for a few moments. "You're a lot more lonely than I am, I think."

He pauses at that, his heart panging in his chest again at the truthfulness of your statement. He knew you were right, he was lonely. No family, no friends. Hell- before today, he's pretty sure no one's ever looked at him the way you are now. With something like kindness. He lets out a rough sigh as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Guess we've got that in common, then."

"I guess so." You agree quietly, giving him a small, slightly sad smile.

You lean over and pick up his hat from the ground next to where you'd both fallen, checking inside that it still held all his pocket change and bullets before holding it out to him.

He stares at the hat in your hands for a moment before looking back up at you, studying the way you sat beside him with your head tilted to the side, the way your dress clung brunched up around your hips and the way your hair fell over your shoulders in messy waves in the afternoon sunlight.

He swallows hard as he reaches out and takes the hat from you, his fingers brushing yours for a second. "Thank you..."

"Of course." You hum, tucking your knees up to your chest and brushing some of the stray grass and moss off of your calves and arms. "Thanks for not killing me."

He lets out a short laugh, setting the hat back onto his head after shoving its contents back into his pockets. "I'm not going to kill you." He says firmly, his eyes following your fingers as you brush off your skirt.

A small smile twitches at your lips as you look over at him, and you feel that familiar pulsing of power in your fingertips and chest, running through your skin again.

You can feel that he means it, and you felt safe before, but even more so now.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for another moment, listening to the sounds of the forest around you, and he feels a sense of peace in this quiet space he'd stumbled into.

There were a hundred different ways he could be spending his afternoon. There were bounties to be collected, townsfolk to cheat at poker, and cards to be dealt and drank to. But instead, he was sitting in the middle of a makeshift graveyard with a lonely, beautiful, witch in the middle of the woods and he'd never been more at peace in his entire life.

"Are you... hungry?" You ask after a minute or so, glancing up at the sky to see whereabouts the sun was. It was likely mid to late afternoon by now, and you still hadn't eaten yet- that hadn't been a lie. You had to get back, but you didn't just want to let him go without making sure he would be able to make it back safely.

He was actually a little surprised that he hadn't thought about it. After all, he'd been walking around in the forest for hours. Now that you mention it, he can feel a hollow emptiness in his gut and a sharp pang of hunger go through his body.

"Yeah.. I could eat." He says, rubbing the back of his neck as he tilts his head up towards sky and squints against the sunlight streaming down.

You push myself up from the soft moss you were sitting on, ignoring the bits of it that clung to your dress and hair for the time being.

"Alright, well, c'mon then." You grin, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you go to collect the basket of drying lavender from the grave you were tending before he interrupted.

His eyes widen a little as he watches you stand up, his eyes lingering a little bit too long on the curve of your hips again. He shakes his head before getting up himself, gathering his things and brushing himself off before following the witch deeper into the forest that would inexplicably kill to keep her.

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