Have a Chariox drabble.

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"Can you spare me a moment?"

Chariot didn't expect it to be Croix at her doorway. Her hair had grown a little, reminding her of the upperclassman who had taken the time of day to listen to a young witch's dreams.

Her staff stood guard to her left, making her look almost sagely in her grey poncho. Her right hand carried what appeared to be a relatively heavy pack. Curiously, Chariot noticed there was more—two boxes by her feet, labeled in Croix's characteristic script. 'Research' and 'Belongings'.

Chariot's deep red orbs looked to up meet with teal. She was finally seeing it for the first time—how beautifully blue Croix's eyes were.

Without the jealousy. Without the anger.

And—ah—Chariot tried not to chuckle. Most endearing of all had to be the glasses.

Chariot opened the door a little wider.

You're welcome to come home now.

Without hesitation, Croix stepped forward, crossing the threshold of Chariot's doorway. She paused—looking back to her belongings before shooting the other woman an inquiring glance.

Will you let me stay?

Chariot bent down, reaching for the box labeled 'Belongings' (she knew better than to handle Croix's research) and setting it inside beside the doorframe. Yes. Croix had done the same for the other box, putting it down on top of 'Belongings' before returning to face Chariot.

In an uncharacteristic show of affection, Croix reached out to hold Chariot's arm.

I am sorry.

A warm palm covered the back of her Croix's hand. It was delicate and smooth, in great contrast to her calloused ones.

It's okay now.

Chariot stepped forward, Croix closed the door behind her back. I'm not going anywhere anymore.

She wrapped her arms around Croix's neck, pulling her closer. I waited so long.

Croix leaned against Chariot's forehead. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Chariot.

Chariot chuckled a little—Croix's glasses had gotten in the way of what would have been quite a dramatic kiss.

The inventor furrowed her brows in annoyance, hand moving up to take them off—

—but Chariot tilted her head, smiling into Croix's lips as they met hers. "I can spare you a lifetime."