In which there is punching.

[griffonix]

[ Just an average Saturday night at the Griffonix. Of course that means it's fairly busy, but not unmanageable. There's a nice, relaxed atmosphere, and most patrons are familiar enough with the place that if they do have to wait, they don't mind it. People are making conversation over the music, and Madigan herself is behind the bar.

The bar is fairly busy as well, but she's got a good handle on things. Not that she isn't grateful for a sudden lull. It gives her a chance to catch her breath. ]

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[recluserose]

I drank way too much again didn't I?

[griffonix]

Just a bit. Do you remember anything?

[recluserose]

Something about snorting cocaine and I think I punched myself on accident.

[griffonix]

Well, yes. That did happen. You have a bit of a bruise, by the way.

You don't remember the poetry?

[recluserose]

Ah. Yes. About that.

[There's a pause and she still stares at the ceiling as she rests the back of her palm on her forehead.]

One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

[griffonix]

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

[ And if it seems like Madigan is toying with Amelia's hair as she finishes off the poem, well, it's only because she is. ]

[recluserose]

[Amelia blinks and turns to face her]

Huh. Should've known.

[griffonix]

What? That I'd know the poem?

[recluserose]

Mm. Lord Byron is one of my favorite writers among many and for good reason. There's so much... passion. So much love, but he had such a troubled lifestyle.

[Kind of gestures as she says that sentences with her arms]

[griffonix]

Speaking of passion, love and troubled lifestyles... can I ask you something?

[recluserose]

Mm? What about?

[griffonix]

Us.

... Or more specifically, if you think there could be an us.

[recluserose]

[She falls silent for a moment before fully rotating her body so she's facing Madigan properly.]

Can I ask you something?

[griffonix]

Go for it.

[recluserose]

[There's a lot to think about and a lot to take into consideration. Amelia's said it before; she doesn't find herself attracted to women, but Madigan had always been that exception, most importantly on an emotional level.

And for once it wasn't about how Amelia thought she didn't deserve this. Rather she was thinking about what Madigan wanted.

As for herself?]


Could we go steady?

[griffonix]

[ WELL, of all the questions in all the world, she had not expected that. Suddenly she was a teenager again, being asked out by the high school crush she never had.

It was a wonderful, beautiful, amazingly simple question. ]

Oh Amelia, I thought you'd never ask.

[recluserose]

[SOB, this is embarrassing, that's what, even though Amelia is pretty happy right now. But of course she'll kind of babble]

I'm... This is going to be difficult, but I'll do my best even if it's been a while since I've committed. And to be honest, I'm still insecure with myself overall and how this will go, but...

[OKAY SHUT UP GIRL, so she hushes up, but takes a hold of Madigan's hand]

I'll love you as best as I can.

[griffonix]

[ Madigan curls closer to Amelia- to her girlfriend?- fingers lacing with hers. ]

That's all I can ask of you.

I know this may come as a shock, but I've never done this before.

[recluserose]

Really? Actually... well. I can imagine why.

[She smiles tenderly at her]

[griffonix]

Rule number one, don't let yourself fall in love.

... You made that rule surprisingly easy to break.

[recluserose]

I seem to be the epitome of rule breaking. [She chuckles.]

I become a witch even though I have no magic in my veins, I don't live among other practitioners, and I'm just a high school teacher.

But I'm glad you saw something in me anyways.

[griffonix]

Well, you are pretty amazing.

[recluserose]

And you're that and much more.

[griffonix]

[ Is it time for a kiss? It must be. She tugs Amelia closer, planting a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss on her lips. ]

[recluserose]

[Slow and steady is just enough and really, all she wants. She kisses back gently just thinking it's all too good to be a dream.]