Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

"It was barely a scratch," Evan said dismissively. "Blood is usually a shortcut in magic; if I'd known you would react this strongly I may have reconsidered." He probably wouldn't have, but bygones. He dug around in his desk drawer with his free hand and found a Band-Aid with some cartoon character on it. It was unnecessary, but Miss Bridget hadn't stopped staring at his hand since the knife appeared. Out of sight, out of mind, as they said.

"Better?" he asked, presenting the bandage for her inspection. "I need two hands to open this, so if you wouldn't mind..."

Really, Evan should have known better. How she'd reacted to his w--to his back showed she was highly empathetic. He should have expected no less. Her brown eyes were so concerned. Wait. He peered a bit closer while she was fussing. One eye was brown, yes, but the other one was a dark blue. How lovely. "You're full of surprises, Miss Bridget," he murmured.

Threatening violence in one moment and melting into sympathy the next. Jumping off buildings and singing old songs Evan hadn't heard in decades. Pure human, but with one of the strongest curses he'd ever seen this side of the rainbow.

Maybe I shouldn't have kept everyone at arm's length for so long, Evan reflected. Not if all mortals are so interesting.