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Just so you know, tomorrow's update is slightly longer than usual and... I apologise in advance 🥲

𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼'𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMBS...

One whiff of it told Isidora all she needed to know. Chilled her to the bone. She set it down, carefully, like it would explode if she spilled even one drop. Then, said, loud enough for Lou to hear over his music: “This is 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, Lou!” “WHAT?!” The wolf dropped his own cup, staring at her.

He disappeared through the door, singing along to the beat drumming in his ears. Celene gave Isi a silent nod, their deal sealed. And, quickly, Lou came back, handing them each a mug of a hot liquid that looked nothing like tea. “I hate it but Cel loves it!” He said as she smiled, sipping.

“OH! I didn’t realise you’d stopped by!” he all but yelled as he took Isi in. “Are you having girl time?” Isi raised an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless, glad for the excuse. Not waiting for any other answer, Lou crossed the tiny room and headed to the kitchen: “I’ll make you guys some tea!”

“And?” Isi asked. “Yes, I’ll help-” Celene cut herself off as Lou emerged from her bedroom. Isi’s heart bounced out of her chest for a full three beats, before she realised he had headphones on and music in them so loud even the human woman besides her could hear it clear as day.

Then when nothing came, she started justifying herself: “I know I should be grateful to have these sharper senses, the abilities, everything else, but I-” Only then, Celene seemed to wake up, raising a hand to stop her. “It’s okay, no need for one more word, I understand what you’re asking.”

“So why are you here? Do you need help with something?” Not letting embarrassment or doubt overcome her, Isidora blurted out: “I want to help you find the ingredients for that antidote. And make two doses.” She swallowed, too loudly. Waited for an answer. Waited to see if she had to say it out loud.

For a moment, Isidora couldn’t help staring at the chair opposite her. The one she’d spent the night spiralling in. Only when Celene stopped talking did she come back to the present. And realise she’d been asked a question, that she knew nothing of. Noticing her confusion, the blond repeated:

“I’m sorry, I need to talk to you about something…” Isidora admitted, not beating around the bush. Celene nodded, her eyebrows shooting up slightly, then she offered: “Of course, you want to come through to the living room? We can sit.” And so they settled on the couch.

Her knock on Celene’s door was clear, frank. And she didn’t have to wait long for the woman to invite her in. “Twice in as many days? I didn’t think we were that close!” She joked as Isi stepped inside, the look on her face telling the truth: she was genuinely surprised to see her again.

Finally finished archiving A Witchy's Tale on its Discord server. Also post the most recent update on Tumblr.