I own nothing.
Pretty soon, I'm gonna have to start figuring out who it's going to be.
Around campus were a handful of ritual spaces. Primarily, they were used be people in the dorms that needed more space. Lucy ended up in one because Levy and Gajeel were having very loud make-up sex. The sounds and energy they were putting out was screwing with the meditation she needed.
Now, she was cleaning up. She felt more centered though also a bit hungry and a touch sore from stilling on the hard floor for so long. There were still bits of stardust in the air around her that shifted like dust in a sunbeam as she put away the candles. She'd already cleaned her magic circle up, but she grabbed the magic broom to sweep away her magic signature.
She hesitated to start sweeping. Instead, she marveled at how her magic looked in the beams of moonlight. Her living room was too modern. It made her magic lose its ethereal quality when watched like this.
"It's beautiful."
She jumped, glared, then tried sweeping Kaleb out of the room with the witch's broom.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's black laurel and chestnut. I'm trying to sweep the negativity out of my life."
He put his hand over hers to stop her swatting his leg. "Lucy, stop."
His tone made her glance up at him. She avoided doing that. Normally, she looked at his shoulder. Looking him in the eye reminded her of how attractive he was. It turned her brain to mush and made her forget that he was an arrogant tech. It made it impossible for her to pretend that she didn't have fantasies about him. Or that he didn't look at her like she was delectable.
"Zen's in more of them," she said, recognizing that he was listening to the blender mess that was her mind.
"Yeah, but he can't risk pushing you against the wall and kissing you senseless," he said, his tone dropping a decibel or two. It was one of the fantasies that played out the most often in her mind and could be either Zen or Kaleb depending on her hormones.
"Maybe not, but he's better cast in a lot of the others."
He sighed and lifted his hand from the broom handle. "Maybe." He looked back at her magic that looked like clusters of tiny fireflies. "Your magic is beautiful."