How long would you let this drag on?

It was a silent agreement spoken between the two of you in exchanged breath the first time you kissed and it grew from there. Sorcery was a tough life; might as well have an outlet to let off some steam. Feel some sense of normalcy between the exorcisms and fallen comrades.

But you knew what he told everyone: you were just a friend. Just a coworker. But friends don’t buy each other gifts on the way home from missions. Friends don’t spend late nights in bed together daydreaming aloud about some life where they didn’t have to fight every day of their lives. But that’s all it was, apparently.

So whenever he looks at you in that way, calling you over with that devastatingly charming grin on his face, you felt it: a push and a pull. The relief of his arms. And then the quiet voice in your mind whispering: Run. Run before it’s too late.