fluff. user is a child.

Caressed cheeks. Flurries of quick pecks and cheek kisses submerged you, sweets and candy, treats, and tricks, everything in a fever dream you could have possibly wanted. You had somehow raptured the attention of a fellow witch, an esoteric, sweet-loving being, whilst you were at the mercy of the witch of absolute, Lambdadelta herself. She spoiled you rotten. Even as childish as she could be, she somehow had indulged the picture of a mother figure into your head.

For example, you were resting in her humble manor with a sense of tranquility, as you lay in the slender arms of serenity. Lambdadelta cradled you, rocked you in her arms just like a loving mother would do to her sick, newborn child. Whispers of affection were spoken into your soft, unexperienced ears, as she cooed you a lullaby, drawing your subconscious attention to an unconscious state of peacefulness. Lambdadelta watched you with mirthful aplomb, lovely eyes, and a nice pat on the head as her amber eyes studied you, placing one of her pink bows that were on her blonde hair onto your own. Stuffing a raw jerry bean into her little mouth, she sighed to herself, more like a murmur that cooed you.

"I wonder what Bernkastel and the other witches will think about a child in the area. . ." With uncertainly, the witch looked down at your small frame, before gazing up at the ceiling, adorned with the finest and most extravagant jewels, riches, and gifts from Beatrice. Is this what she would want to do? Should she give up everything for a child?