Sketchbook fanfic
"Some more tea?" Asked the brunette.
"Please," replied the goth.
The mother grabbed her teapot and poured the liquid into her friend's cup.
"You know, I really appreciate you coming over Maven."
"My pleasure, Johanna," the Librarian said. "I apologize for not visiting as often. The library has been a little busy as of late."
Johanna put the teapot back on top of the small table and sat down across from her friend on her couch. "It's fine really. I understand. I might between a job and dealing with Hilda's shenanigans, I get having a busy schedule."
Maven smiled at the thought of Hilda doing one of her adventures. While, she was cautious with her due to messing with magical forces, the librarian was still willing to help the blue-haired girl in whatever she and her friends were into that day. "You've gotta admire her spirit, though."
"Oh I do," exclaimed Johanna. "Life certainly wouldn't be as interesting without her. She has her father's courage, you know?"
"Hm"
"Yeah, I…don't really like talking about it. But every now and then I think about him and how he…he…"
"Was killed while adventuring?" Maven asked, already knowing the answer to that question (being a Legilimen herself, she could read the thoughts of anyone around her).
Johanna gulped tearfully, "Yes"
Silence filled the room for brief moment. It was broken when the purple haired goth smiled, "hey."
Johanna looked up at the women touching her shoulder.
"You're not the only one who's lost someone."
The widow sniffed, trying to smile back, "I know. I know." Johanna turnt down and toward the table. "Sometimes I worry about her, though. Hilda. She's always out and about, encountering all matter of creatures. Some are friendly, others are not. I dread the day I'll lose her too." A tear streamed down Johanna's smooth face.
All of a sudden Johanna felt a pair of arms wrap around her hourglass-like body. She looked up at her friend's face.
"Listen J," said the bookworm, "I've seen what Hilda can do. She knows how to take care of herself and has plenty of friends to help her out. No matter how much we fear it, kids won't be kids forever. She should be free to live her own life."
Johanna reflected on what the librarian said. She reflected on her own childhood. Her parents loved her very much and they knew when to take action against something she did or let their daughter be loose and do fun things. Maybe I do act a little strict around Hilda, the mum thought. Johanna returned the hug to Maven; both tightening their grasp on each other. "Thanks, M."
"Well," said the goth, "what else am I for?" And just like that, Maven felt something wet on her check both unexpectedly and quick.
Johanna pulled half away from Maven, "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me-mfph" Johanna was cut off by the witch woman's lips pressing against her own. The single mum gave in and kissed back. They kissed for a good few seconds before parting for breath. Both of the women laughed in their paper thin tension.
"I liked that." Maven's heart was swelling up. She knew she was gay, but never thought she'd be into her childhood friend.
"Me too," replied Johanna before kissing her grape haired partner once more.