[ homura does not give the sword much thought, at first, because she thinks that the owner will retrieve it when they are good and ready. it is the third time she rounds the corner and sees it that the crackle of electricity glides up her fingertips and along her shoulders, rooting itself in the center of her spine like a vice. it's familiar, and it's magic; without further thought, she moves like she's going to remove a gun from the hammerspace of her mechanical shield, but there's nothing. right.
her powers are on pause for the moment. it makes her a little sick, but she doesn't dare move from her spot.
when the light dissipates, a woman stands there, and homura feels it in her spine, again. the electric hum of magic. this time, though - she thinks one thing: "witch." ]
the prompt that is for me, and me alone
her powers are on pause for the moment. it makes her a little sick, but she doesn't dare move from her spot.
when the light dissipates, a woman stands there, and homura feels it in her spine, again. the electric hum of magic. this time, though - she thinks one thing: "witch." ]
Did you do this?