Sorcery and Small Magics

Oh, how I loved him. So much so that it was like a living thing, growing through every crack in me. Too hardy to kill.

You’re being overdramatic.” “I’m not!” “You are. Why can’t you just summon a speck of patience and come up with a different solution, rather than throw us into another impossible situation?” “Because of this, you idiot!” I shouted, and then I took his face in my hands and kissed him.

When I dwelled in the wanting, it felt like and ocean, endlessly vast and moving just beneath the surface of my skin. If I stayed there, I would be swept away.

I’ve often thought that kissing is a little like composing a spell. There are certain components that simply must be considered, and behind all of that, an unmistakable intent. But this was a different kind of magic altogether. The unthought-of, unlooked-for kind that swept over you in a rush, uncontrollable.

I hope someday to meet a version of Leovander Loveage who doesn’t believe everyone else’s well-being is dependent on what he denies himself. Come back to me, when that's the case, and we will craft magic to make the world weep with delight.