what’s to come with that brew? on the side st

 

And so, it was due to the Witch’s Brew that had the effect of putting a soft fringe around the reality of life as seen through the burgundy color; alizarin crimson 

as he ascended the stairs, she had almost forgot all the wild events of the last few days. It was something about his scent and the textures of him; how she couldn’t help herself from putting her hands on him; in his hair and fingers running down his face, the sharpness against her fingertips as she felt along his jaw, she was drawn to touch him everywhere at once, like an innate subtle craving

She stopped thinking —when ever ….he was near her. And as soon as she could sense his thoughts when he looked at her that way he had. He had such a look about him, and that was usually enough to make her mind go to putty….the day?—a murder?—or two?—some intruder?….but he could make it all disappear 

And when they reached upstairs to his room —it smelled like him, not in a bad way, but besides his scent, it felt clear his presence lived there; was it something in the slant of the roof above the wood framed bed that had no headboard? Or….. the wall against it which was exposed red brick and where there was a kind of Mexican blanket nailed above where a headboard would be —and this had brown and red designs, like the brick behind it. 

The colors were all dark shades in there. The other wall was painted a lush, dark rich brown that went with the colors of the rag rugs on the floor, as well as the antique quilts on the bed; no doubt from one of Arthur’s finds.

It was like stepping into another dimension—beyond the trappings, those other things laying about that were clearly Grant trademark of him —she had come to pick up on him, about him. 

It was too dark to see whatever he moved around to quickly remove from sight but she was looking, instead at the colorful boxers (Pokémon) that had not made it into the thing posing as a laundry basket, but it was the strewn video games and the array of junk food evidence which were left in odd places, even as it was otherwise, fairly neat —but it was this which strangely burned into her senses. In fact, she found herself drawn to the spot upon the bed he clearly favored as the outline impression of his head was still in the pillow there, so when he dropped her there, her face fell into it and witch’sbrew, be damed, she inhaled it. 

It was something inexplicable but there about him—and it was this very thing that she became aware of now, freed of all reserve and previous reservations. What were they about agsin? She couldn’t remember, and slinking and coiling into his scent filled sheets, she undulated, unaware as she did —as the brew hit that ….other level