#where malkuth wrestles people into submission

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@mielmoto​ sent: She's lifting her arms a bit funnily while looking at the other woman, squinting here-and-there, silently pantomiming some lifts and other gestures. ❝ ...is it, like, a magic thing? because, like, I'm looking at you and I cannot figure out how you're so strong.  ❞ Ellie was, after all, more lithe than the little round-edged sweetmaker– visibly 'fit,' to be sure, but it didn't quite account for the mma-smackdown-style feats she seemed to easily pull off from time-to-time. ❝ do you work out? you must work out. ❞

This happens while Ellie is otherwise occupied. Putting various bottles back into place on their proper shelves after mixing together a set of potions. There’s a brief frown at the remaining stock of some mushrooms... she’ll probably need to gather more soon! It’s when she’s pulling out her sizable tome to note down the task that she takes notice of the other witch, and they share their thoughts.

“Wait, you saw that?! Ohhh!! Haha... ha.... it was pretty cool, wasn’t it? I was like...” The witch mimics the powerful submission herself, imagining the small troublesome man who had been harassing her in her grasp once again, swinging them around and putting them into the ground. “Bwah! Pow! Haha! Ehh... well, I can’t say I work out but I can’t say it’s really magic.. umm... at least not a normal spell...” 

How to tell your friend that you’re revived through the power of entities from another plane of existence and while you can’t control them your body has had some improvements as a result? Or maybe she was just lucky. Wait!!

“Ahh... you know, it’s not like he was very heavy! Do you think I should work out, though? I think more moves like that would be really good for a witch the more I think about it! Hey! Lemme carry you!” And so Honey is quickly subjected to the whims of her fellow witch. Where do they go? Gods, that’s a whim all its own-