brow quirks, amusement stifled by the way lips purse. a slow turn within the redhead’s embrace brings the witch to face her.
〝 my love, you couldn’t possibly be jealous of lego … could you? 〞
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⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐭he circular , split ring slides off her middle digit ——— the mini figure landing into her witch’s hand .
pausing … what is she -
“ … i’m still your priority , right ? ”⠀
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her expression brightens at the sight of the little figure, fingers delicately taking it to hold within her palm.
〝 oh my, it’s * 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ... my own little nat. how precious. 〞