Author's Note

Chapter title is from "From the Gallows," by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.
I feel like the song really encapsulates Savarin's feelings for Misty Flare.

15. You're beautiful and evil too

It was another day, and she wanted to disappear.

Savarin rolled over to stare up at the ceiling. Her mouth tasted of death, and her drool had stained her fur.

Perhaps she could make crêpes for breakfast, but she could go for whatever.

It had been such a long time since she had the chance to make something without being in a shitty kitchen in Neigh York.

Those were dark years.

Which was why she was slightly disappointed to roll over and see Hazel's corpse propped up on the couch.

Huh.

Savarin rolled over and went back to sleep. She dreamed about her Mom before she left. It was too depressing, so she changed the dream, so she was having sex with Past-Kirin-Misty and Present day-Super hot-eviler-Misty.

When she awoke, she went down, past dead Hazel, and rooted through her kitchen for crêpes and chocolate sauce ingredients.

She was just heating milk, butter and vanilla extract in a pot, stirring it carefully with her telekinesis, while she whisked together the eggs, water, milk, and oil in one bowl when Misty stepped in from outside.

Savarin looked up for a few seconds, taking in Misty's appearance -she was still getting used to it- before returning to her cooking.

"What are you making?" Misty asked, taking a seat at the table.

"Crêpes." Savarin whisked in the dry ingredient mixture, and without looking, she whisked in flour, sugar, and a pinch of salt into the designated crêpes bowl. "You killed Hazelnut. Without me. Do you like fruit with your crêpes?"

"I like strawberries." Misty frowned. "Doubt Hazel's got them, though."

"She'd be evil not to have them." Savarin gave an aside glance to Misty. "More evil than you."

Misty smiled at the joke, but her face soon fell. "But, I won't be able to eat your wonderful crêpes. I'm not very hungry."

Huh.

"More for me then," Savarin replied. "It's a shame you killed Hazel. I was hoping to have a threesome with her. We still could, but it wouldn't be the same. I'd have to reanimate her somehow-"

"I'll do it. For you, anything."

Savarin's eyebrows went up, then down. She set down the whisk, creeping toward Misty.

Misty flashed her a grin.

It was odd. Usually, Misty had magic surrounding her -all creatures did- but now Misty had enough magic as she did.

It was...

"Ah, my chocolate sauce will burn," Savarin said, turning back to her chocolate sauce.

Misty bowed her head. "I'm sorry for killing Hazel without you."

"You're not sorry. Don't lie to me."

Misty jumped out of her chair, twirling around the kitchen. "You're right. I figured it out, Savarin. Leafy wasn't lying. I just need something to power my magic, and that's souls. I took Hazel's soul, and now the spells you taught me are working."

"I'm happy for you."

Misty stopped dancing, creeping toward Savarin. Savarin almost dropped the whisk.

Misty was so tall, with her burning, burning eyes.

Savarin was both hungry, turned on, and slightly annoyed.

"I won't kill anycreature without you ever again," Misty said in a whisper. "I love you."

Savarin swallowed thickly. "Rather sudden, isn't it? We've only been dating for a few days."

"We've known each other since we were seven. It's... only natural. It's as if somecreature took you out of my wildest nightmares, darling, and gave you just to me."

Savarin burned the chocolate sauce.

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After brunch, they went outside.

Savarin blinked stars from her eyes.

Some of the surrounding trees were charred from Misty's spells, and some were still smoking.

"It's a work in progress," Misty said. "I want to be ready for when I face them."

Savarin hummed, facing the mountains. They were purple in the noon sun.

Misty continued: "I can feel my magic waning, Savarin. Imagine what I can do with more than one measly soul. It'll be beautiful."

"Yes, it will."