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Without looking, Qifrey could sense those occasional glances cast his way, quietly smiling to himself while working on his own task. Cherries were added to the pot, along with the other necessary ingredients, and set to simmer.
Olly managed to pull himself together after another few minutes, putting his usual stoic expression back on and folding his arms over his chest. But no matter how tough he tried to be... The remnants of that blush on his cheeks spoke volumes. When Qifrey suggested he go back to the stew, the -
Qifrey watched the blush spread across Olly's face with quiet fascination. The shy smile, the lowered gaze, the faint blush colouring his cheeks... It unexpectedly difficult to look away. "...You're welcome." Plucking a shiny, red cherry from the basket, he held it up between his fingers.
Olruggio's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Cherry pie! Yes! That-" He froze when the last words registered in his brain. Instantly blushing, he looked at his feet and nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Well... Thank you." He mumbled shyly.
"Perhaps I did," he retorts, voice carried on a light chuckle. Qifrey gave a thoughtful hum as he considered which type of pie they (yes, th͟e͟y͟) could make. "Hm... How about a cherry pie? They are deliciously in season at the moment, slightly sour and perfectly sweet." ... "Just like you." ☺️
"You know me so well, it's as if you read my mind." He answered, a bright laugh escaping from his mouth. "I was thinking about making... Well, having you make a pie. I don't know what kind yet." The witch added, his hands resting on his hips, looking beyond delighted. Spending time with -
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ‘ and in the world, in ౨ৎ conclusion, ⠀ ⠀ everyone dreams of what ִֶָ they are, ⠀ ⠀ though ── no one understands it. ' ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' / 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂 ⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ︵ TOUT SERA ˎˊ MORT ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ⁺⠀ LA PASSION ﹅ AURA ⠀ ⠀QUITTÉ ५ MON CORPS ⠀ ⠀JE ME REPRENDRAI ── (🎻) ⠀ ET JE ࣪ TE QUITTERAI SANS UN REGRET . ⠀⠀
There was a softness to his smile that he made no attempt to hide. "In that case, I'm relieved the arrangement suits us both. You needn't sound so surprised. I've enjoyed your company for quite some time."
Olly froze when Qifrey's words reached his ears, but he made a quick recovery, clearing his throat. "I... You flatter me." Was it a blush on his cheeks? "For what it's worth, your help is only half of the reason I call you." He admitted, his voice low, a shy whisper. Then, he clapped his -
How wonderful! He's circling around him(self?), checking him(self?) from head to toe. Incredible! "Olly would love to see this."
A quiet laugh escaped him, a soft and easy sound. "You make it sound as though I've wounded you." Sitting the wooden spoon in the side of the pot, Qifrey turned to face him fully, the warmth in his expression unguarded as he met Olly's lingering gaze. "I'd know if I had."
Olruggio shook his head with a small chuckle, taking a deep breath afterwards and watching Qifrey fondly. "Ouch. Rude." He teased after the other was done speaking, humming. His eyes examined the other's face, a lingering heartache pulsating in his ribcage. He cherished those moments.
He glanced at Olly, expression calm but still lightly amused. "If I am ever drowned by vegetables, I’ll concede you were right. Until then, I’ll continue trusting them more than I trust your sense of probability."
"Chances of them drowning you sure are low... But never zero." He joked, smirking back at him. Then, he raised a brow. "You offend me. I would never." ... He totally is doing that, but it's funnier to deny it, although it's totally obvious.
Qifrey blinked, before letting out a soft huff that was almost a laugh. "I don't hate vegetables. They're considerably less inclined to try and drown me." Qifrey reached for the spices without complaint, studying them for a moment before measuring out a careful pinch.
"Indeed. Our most important mission." He teased. Only when he was with Qifrey did he allow himself to be in a lighter mood. When the other witch showed him the diced veggies, he hummed, his expression turning impressed. "Qifrey, master of water and veggies. Do you hate them as much as water -
Qifrey let out a quiet, amused huff, the corners of his mouth lifting as he reached for the cutting board. "So that's the great emergency." He rolled up his sleeves without another complaint, and began cutting the vegetables with practiced, precise movements.
"Smaller veggies. Got it." Since they weren't cooking just yet, he grabbed them, putting them back on the cutting board. "I need help with cutting now. You know how the girls like their food." Smiling softly. "Think you have the abilities to do that?"
"I’ll reserve judgment until I see the pot." Gently teasing, he moved around him with practiced ease, peering into the pot and clutching his chin as he examined the progress. "Perhaps the veggies could be a little smaller."
"I've been cutting the meat and veggies." He answered, looking back at him. "I am making stew. What do you think? Good idea?"
(Dickhead 😒) Please be more careful in the future, Easthies.
(Feigned shock, gently placing his hands over Coco's ears.) Oh, my. Kindly refrain from using such language in front of the children. (Arsehole 🙄)
"Coming, coming." He appeared within moments, as though he were already halfway there when he was summoned. "Let me see what you’ve done first."
Calling @hushofmagic.bsky.social from the kitchen. He needs a hand with food.
(His thoughts are very loud all the same.) [ (¬_¬) ] ( ◜ᴗ◝ )✨ You’re very expressive today, Easthies.