Valencia heaven enters at the hall eternally ravishing

toward the end of the psychic party, fittin

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Phew! That had been a BLAST but also so exhauuuuuuusting god. Almost as draining as pacting. Okay, she was exagerating, buuut!

She gathered leftovers in the fridge, and decided to let the chairs for tomorrow. There wasn't any rain forecast anyway, it would be fiiiiine.

"Still can't believe I fit all these people in my yard." She commented, getting closer to her mountain of a girlfriend to rest her cheek on her back. Wow, comfy. Might nap there.

the pants, but the shoes have been ditched by now

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Heather was finishing combining all the left over solo cups into more convenient towers for storage, resisting the urge to sing the Cup Song out loud.

It’d been a killer party, which wasn’t a surprise with Delphine hosting, but she was lowkey glad it’d settled down and people had trickled out. Her ears buzzed from the lack of noise, and her skin tingled from residual magic energy. She was pretty sure they could have powered some magical cosmic battery with all of the energy they’d generated tonight. Also surprised they hadn’t had the cops called.

She shifted gently at the sudden warmth at her back, smiling stupidly to herself before she reached behind herself and searched for Delphine’s arms to drape around her waist. Girlfriend jetpack. ”The turnout was so good. You killed it.” She commended, genuinely impressed. Hosting a shit ton of psychics and avoiding some kind of catastrophe was a skill.

Yes, please praise her.

"Real test will be if they come back next year." She commented with a chuckle. "I expected a little more mischief especially from some select troublemakers..." Long distance playful side-eye to Chidi and Ness. "...but I got it. My authority isn't only over ghosts."

She felt equally badass and tired.

They’d better come back. Who wouldn’t want to? Delphine had done a good job at keeping controlled chaos, letting people shoot magic at each other while also making sure her house didn’t turn upside down.

Heather turned in Delphine’s arms, wrapping hers around the shorter woman’s middle and pulling her cozy. “Gotta admit I’m a little sad I didn’t get to see you unleash an undead army on someone’s ass.” She joked, winked, “Next year.”

"Uuugh I wish!" She groaned in good fun, returning the wink. "If next time is closer to October, maybe."

Snickering.

Heather’s grin widened. “Hell yeah, we’ll claim Halloween for ourselves next year.” And because she literally just could not fucking stand it anymore.

“Just let Cat and Liam have their spotlight this year.” She said with a conspicuous raise of her brows.

Ooooh?

"Are they getting married on Halloween night?" She grinned. "Liam dressed as a pumpkin and Cat as a stabby drowned bride?"

The picture was perfect in her mind. They should do that!

Heather snickered at the imagery, ”Not married. Buuut a little cowboy birdie mentioned he was thinking about popping the question that day.” She concluded. He’d also asked her for confidentiality, but he had to know that that didn’t extend to Delphine, right? ”I even sneaky summoned one of her rings to get the right size for him.” She admitted with a grin. He hadn’t officially asked for her blessing like he apparently had from Cat’s parents, but her helping him figure out a ring was a clear enough sign that he had her full support.

She fought hard to not scream EEEEEEEE and turn it into a muffled "eeeeeee!!!"

TALL GIRL AND TALL BOY WERE GONNA MAKE TALL BAYBIESSSSSSS.

Hehe.

"These crazy kids!" She giggled. Somehow it was more exciting than what her imagination had supplied. "You think she'll say yes?"

Devilish grin.

B’AWWW DON’T MAKE HER CRY! Heather was trying to be Super Chill about it, but it was hard not to feed off of her girlfriend’s giddy excitement. To think they’d started their relationship over vengeance for Cat’s shitty ex. And now they were here, conspiring about her getting married. AAAAHHH.

”God, if she didn’t I’d eat my left tit.” She countered the silly scenario in which Cat said no. The woman was absolutely smitten, and for pretty good reason. They were in love, your honor.

”The real question is if I’ll make a pretty flower girl or not.” Beth, who?

Gasp!

"Don't you dare, I need both." She pouted for just a second, before grinning again. "You'll be the most majestic flower girl to ever flower girl. I'll eat your competition."

Since they were on the topic of, um, casual eating threats?

“They’re pretty nice, aren’t they?” She jokingly admired, squeezing her arms together to helpfully push her boobs up in her tank top.

"The best in town," she purred without missing a beat. "If you wanna free these puppies, be my guest."

With a little smirk.