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Wanting to be part of something large than oneself was excellent, but always choosing the route that caused danger, both to oneself and others, was hardly ever the proper route. It was vastly better to do something as small as helping a school, which would easily put one in contact with those who wanted to be part of some larger, but something good. At least that's what Belladonna thought, but she kept these thoughts to herself and said not a thing about the mark still engraved on the boil's hand, currently covered by his new, ever present, gloves.
Much more inclined to let her hair be brushed, the witch murmured some strange combination of happy contentment at the attention and hope that he would continue. Though The Divines really did cherish their hair, no one had ever paid the witch's special attention, so this was marvelous!
"I would hardly call myself a lucky charm, but I do suppose things tend to go better for you when I'm around." Belladonna mused in a quiet voice, altogether too pleased to have her hair touched so lovingly.

Obviously it really was the power of true love, but as the witch wasn't aware of that thought she couldn't comment on it. Actually, all thought processes ended when she turned back around and felt something very cool on her neck. And felt she could have possibly melted into the floor. A noise escaped then, something far too close to a moan to be comfortable.
Belladonna's eyes widened as she realized her own little noise, before she laughed awkwardly at his words.
"Is this the point we go back and forth about who is best, before we rub noses?" She asked in a light hearted, softly teasing tone, one hand absently brought to her neck where a fingertip touched the spot still drenched in coolness. Oooh, boil.

"N-no, its alright... Sorry." The witch replied hastily, a warm hand quickly rubbing her neck to eradicate all traces of the kiss. Not because she hadn't enjoyed it, oh definitely not. It was merely not the time. The romantic atmosphere had vanished, dissolved into the floorboards as time stretched out between them and finally, finally Belladonna at least recognized that. Maybe later she would want that, but for now there were other matters to attend to. Namely the fact that somehow the weariness that had been hovering on the edge of her being had suddenly found a way to her skin. She felt heavy and slow, suddenly tired.
"Oh, I rather suppose I am tired..." She mumbled as she leaned forward, freed from his embrace. But when she managed to turn around and see a hand on his coat, Belladonna could not help herself. The words were out before she could stop them.
"You should stay!"

The witch bit her lip for a moment, hands twisting in front of her at the realization of her words.
"If you want, I mean. You don't have to, obviously, but it'd be nice and I'd like that and its been such a long day and really I haven't seen you in what feels like ages and I'm rambling sorry." For a moment she dropped her gaze to the floor, fingers pressed down to the hardwood beneath them merely for something to do. After that moment though, she hazarded a glance up, along with a very small smile.
"Please?"

Had the witch even been vaguely aware that he'd almost used her patron goddess' name, she would have most likely tackled him with total love. Thankfully, she only took the offered hoodie and stood up, stretching up onto her tip toes. The witch wandered over to her closet and opened the door, tossing the hoodie inside.
"If I promise not to tickle you, will you stay?" She asked with a smile, already pulling out her night clothes. Thankfully, she left any 'fierce in bed' comments unsaid, but only smiled ever so slightly with that bit of the devil in it. Surely, with all these wicked smiles, there had to be some demons in her family.
"Binx is most likely staying out for the night. Even if he comes back he'll either curl up with me or on the couch." For a moment her hands grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and almost pulled it up and over her head, but she paused and leaned back out from the closet. "Do you sleep in anything in particular? I'm afraid I can't offer much besides... Bloomers."
And she did not want to see Mort in that. Nope nope nope.

Letting the shirt drop back down around her waist, the witch padded back over to him and tugged lightly at his jacket.
"You're not planning on sleeping on the couch... Are you?" She asked, eyes a bit puppyish. They were adults! (Almost.) They could share a bed and not be tempted! (Hopefully.) And besides, its not like there was any real worry anyways! They'd already set the boundaries. Yeah! The witch had already planned this out, besides, they'd already slept together a little during naps! A whole night couldn't hurt!
"My bed is really comfy~" She added with a bit of a bounce, eyelashes batting for emphasis.

At the announcement that Mort would stay, Belladonna cheered ever so slightly above her normal speaking voice. Mostly because it had gotten a bit late, and they were tired and she could hardly be bothered to really shout about it. The witch threw her arms about his neck to celebrate the announcement with a hug, and was in just such a position when he spoke that she could easily whisper, "I need you on the bed." A moment later she let go with a great cackle as she tripped back to her closet. "That was far too easy! When you're tired you leave yourself wide open for jokes."
The witch disappeared momentarily in her closet, shuffled around a bit, (squeaked once or twice as a minipet tried to escape), and eventually burst from the doors all dressed for bed. Properly this time. Only it just included a black t-shirt with a cute design on the front paired with overly frilly bloomers. For a moment the witch stood there, quickly plaiting her hair.
"Same clothes? You don't want to at least take your jacket off?" It was meant to be an innocent question, as was the follow up. "What do you sleep in normally?"

After that the witch merely skipped over to her bed and hopped onto top. Much in the manner of a child she pushed the blankets down before she unceremoniously piled them back on top of herself. All that could be seen was the very tip of her head, all bright red.
"Moooooort~" She called, pale fingers wiggling from under the blankets. Already she'd made herself comfy, all curled up under the blankets. Of all things, Belladonna did not mess around with getting her sleep.

No Mort. Belladonna definitely needed to know that you slept in boxers because of reasons involving getting you to sleep in said boxers. Mostly because she wanted that, but also partially because she didn't want jeans touching her precious sheets. Yuck.
"How can you sleep in layers? Don't you get warm?" Seriously, you were talking to the wrong ghoul Mort. Already the witch had vacated all of her clothing, save for the three articles she currently wore. One of which you weren't going to see just yet.
As for the poking, a laugh burst forth as Belladonna sat up dramatically. Because yes, one can, in fact, sit up in bed dramatically.
She leveled her gaze at the boil, a gaze that looked eerily similar to the one she used on wayward pets, except there was a hint of a smile in this one.
"Take off your jacket and shoes and come to bed." She instructed, waving a hand at his jacket and then at his feet. If she had to suffer cuddling up to a pair of jeans, then she'd at least say 'no' to his jacket. Not that the witch had anything in particular against jeans. She massively liked them when Mort wore them. It was simply that she just didn't want to sleep with a pair of them, as she only ever worn a pair a handful of times in her life and the 'wearing' had been more like 'trying on and vehemently throwing across the room'. It was vastly difficult to like an article of clothing that accentuated just how large one's hips were compared to the rest of one's body.

To show her sincerity, the witch scooted over closer to the wall and pushed the blankets down so that they revealed the striped sheet underneath, a little space made for Mort. All that was left was to do as the witch instructed and climb in.
She also tacked on a sweet smile, clearly excited for their first time sharing a night together where they could actually be in contact. Excited was the smallest form of the word, as really the witch could have burst from glee. It felt like earlier in the day was forever away, had almost never happened. Of course, remembering this made the witch soften to the point that she actually held out a hand for Mort, suddenly wanting him much closer.

Smelly socks, whatever. The witch didn't care one bit, she only cared the her dearest was actually climbing into bed with her. Maybe she was a bit of a clean freak and kept everything perfectly organized, but Belladonna certainly wasn't going to fault anyone for having a different set of methods than she, especially Mort.
Once he was in the witch snuggled down next to him, hands wrapped around his arm and her head cradled delicately between his shoulder and the pillow. She listened to him explain about why he couldn't get warm, nodded even though she didn't fully understand and then momentarily shifted upwards. A kiss was given, a small linger of a want for something more simply because of their location, but Belladonna felt the weariness tugging at her and instead gave up. Maybe in the morning or another time, but not now.
With a snap of her fingers the lights were off, the two effectively plunged into relative darkness.

"Huh... That's a fairly interesting concept. Not the insect part, of course. But being surrounded. Glad you like it, its how I sleep." Belladonna mumbled as she ceremoniously tossed the blankets over their heads. She snuggled down against him (surely Mort had noticed she was an insatiable cuddler), already sleepy but still awake enough to notice how nice it felt to be at once warm and cool.
"Let me know if you need anything..." She murmured sleepily, starting to curl in on herself. Maybe there was truth to the way everyone treated her, because in that moment she looked just like a little witchling, all drooping eyelids and curled fingers, blankets pulled tight over her head.

In the throes of such a sudden stupor, it was altogether too easy to turn the witch over. She rolled as flawlessly as a kitten before she snuggled back into him, fingers pulling a bit of blanket down more over her head. Belladonna managed one tiny, "'Course love..." before she was finally off, drifting down into the darkness that now came so welcome when it had been unbidden earlier.
For the most part the witch slept soundly, dreamless until the early hours of the morning when the sun was still set behind the horizon and the world feels too dark to ever be light again. She dreamed then, of a bird with a broken wing who still flew higher than she. It was badly hurt, but refused to stop, determined to get wherever it was meant to go. The witch wanted so desperately to help, she chased it for what felt like centuries, through forests and rain, fog and smoke, even through a glittering field of light before she finally caught it and curled it against her heart, where it fluttered angrily. So determined to finish its goal, its claws punctured her heart and with a start, she woke up. The room was too dark to see in, but she knew tears stained her face and suddenly overcome with the idea that she had not waken from a dream alone, Belladonna turned and pulled Mort close.

The rest of her sleep was filled with feathers she could not remove from her fingertips, but when she finally woke in the morning she couldn't remember a thing. Asleep for most of the night, the witch still woke with something on her mind she couldn't shake, a feeling of something headed towards them, but Mort was there and it was quickly pushed aside as she curled back up against him.