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Amity scrolls through Instagram for the second time that day, scouring the hashtag for any new posts. It’s been over two months since the convention, and all she has of the mysterious girl is a memory.
Her siblings were busy with internships so it was her first convention totally alone. She’s been to many before and, although usually anxious in large crowds, something about the thousands of people sharing a love for something thrills her.
Staff in hand, Amity moves over to the next booth, scanning over the displayed merchandise for anything that catches her eye. She stops at a few boxes of art books and starts shuffling through them. No luck.
With a sigh she exits and starts making her way across the aisle when a voice calls out to her.
“Hey, Hecate!”
She stops and turns around, trying to spot where it came from. The task proves to be difficult, as dozens of people are walking past in both directions.
Then she finally spots her.
Her search proves to be fruitless, as usual. What possessed her to spend time scrolling through her phone instead of unpacking, she doesn’t know.
A girl in her late teens stands in front of her, unveiled when a group of giddy preteens pass by. White hat with gold crown, white and purple dress. White staff with a blue teardrop orb on top.
Azura.
With a mildly uncharacteristic nonchalant expression on her face. At least, nonchalance trying to cover up the pure joy she can see lighting up this girl’s eyes.
Cosplays from The Good Witch Azura are uncommon, even at your typical ComicCon. And they’re at an anime convention.
Awkwardly, Amity waves her hand. She can’t think of anything else to do. “Hey, Azura.”
The lopsided grin she gets in return nearly makes her heart stop.
She hasn’t seen that girl since their chance encounter. They took a photo together on the Azura’s phone and then she was gone. Amity was too in a daze to ask to get a photo on her phone as well. Deep down, something told her it was the biggest mistake she’d ever make.
Still reeling from shock, Amity stays frozen in the middle of the isle until she notices she’s become a bit of a roadblock. Against the wall and out of everyone’s way she slumps to the floor, playing the last two minutes over and over in her head.
She’s seen Azura cosplayers before, so why is she so fixated on this one?
Idly tracing over the swirls on her arm, phone abandoned on her sheetless bed, she doesn’t want to start unpacking yet. She wants to relive that memory, over and over for as long as she can.
No one knows her soul mark turned that day. It’s gone back to it’s usual tan color already, of course. They only turn temporarily when you first meet, and permanently when there’s a bond formed between you.
Not even Amity herself remembers. Even in a sleeveless dress, she didn’t notice the pattern on her arm turn pink for a few minutes.
“I’m beginning to think you were just a figment of my imagination, Azura,” Amity mutters to herself. Shaking her head she stands upright and shoves her phone in her back pocket. “But enough of that, I need to unpack. It’ll only become more difficult when my roommate gets here.”
To her great pleasure, she was the first to arrive to her dorm room. Discovering she has to have a roommate her first year of college was a disappointment, but, at the very least, she gets to pick which side of the room she gets.
Half an hour later, with everything finally put away, Amity wipes sweat off of her forehead. It’s currently the middle of a heat wave and this old dorm building certainly doesn’t help.
She peels off the shirt that’s just about glued to her back with sweat and opts for nothing more than a bralette and sleeveless crop top instead. Her long hair—that she curses herself for deciding to grow out—is bunched up into a high ponytail to allow her neck to breathe just a little.
“Fuck it, I deserve a break,” she announces to the empty room, grabbing her water bottle. Her break ends up being mostly just standing in front of the pure bliss of a large vent blasting air conditioning downstairs, until her skin is cool to the touch.
Amity has never been much of a people person. She’s not warm and outgoing or extroverted. People didn’t really want to talk to her unless necessary, and she was always okay with that.
Being alone felt normal to her. That way she didn’t have any additional expectations to hold up to, by people she cares about. She never really had an urge to get to know anyone better anyways.
Until Azura, and she let that slip through her fingers.
She’s hated herself for that every day since. There was someone she actually wanted to get to know, a chance for her to finally have a friend, and now she’ll never see her again.
The noises of the doorknob rattling startles Amity and snaps her out of her self deprecating train of thought.
It’s just Luz, your roommate , she tells herself. You’ve spoken to her before. There is literally no reason to be scared.
She won’t be Azura, but maybe we can be friends.
The door finally pops open and Amity’s heart leaps into her throat.
A pair of warm brown eyes lock onto hers, wide with recognition before they settle down.
“Long time no see, Hecate.”
It’s her. That damn arrogant smirk, those damn eyes trying to mask the excitement she really feels. It’s really her.
Her hair is short now, save for the long side bangs, and her head devoid of a large witch hat. She has a beanie on though, even in this 95° weather.
She’s thin, almost lean, confidence radiating from her.
Why is she so pretty.
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Azura noticed her staring.
“Oh, uh, I’m just surprised. Yeah, surprised. Was beginning to think everything was a dream.”
Amity isn’t going to say she spent two months trying to find her again.
She chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m here and in the flesh, baby.” Luz shoots her finger guns with a wink before crossing her arms. “So your name isn’t actually Hecate. That’s a shame, but I gotta admit that Amity is a pretty name too.” Quickly looking her over, a grin spreads across her face. “I didn’t take you to be such a punk.”
Her voice is playful, inciting a sarcastic response.
“Says the one wearing a hat when it’s nearly 100° out,” she retorts.
Luz clasps a hand to her chest. “Ooh, that one hurt. Better get me some burn cream because damn .”
A giggle escapes Amity’s throat and her expression softens. “You’re pretty buff, do you mind helping me move the rest of my stuff in here? My car is parked out front.”
Amity shrugs. “I don’t have anything better to do.”
She pumps a fist in the air while kicking a box inside. “Woo, I’m rooming with a hot girl and got her to do my bidding! College is great, man.”
Before Amity can process the fact she was just called ‘hot’, Luz disappears, calling for her to follow.
She scrambles to lock the door and catch up. Now that they aren’t wearing heels, Amity realizes she’s the taller of the two by a few inches. But Luz carries herself with such confidence that it makes her seem bigger than she is.
“Sorry I could barely reply to your texts, the connection out where I spent most the summer was god awful. But since the internet can’t interfere with my physical form, you now have the privilege of listening to my life story.”
She turns her head around to glance behind her. Amity must have a funny expression on her face because Luz laughs. “Don’t look so scared, I’m just gonna tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Luz Noceda, I’m a huge fucking weeb, and plan on getting an art major.”
“Oh, you’re one of those artsy types. I’m somehow not surprised,” Amity comments, the words rolling off her tongue before she realizes it. “It explains the beanie, at least.”
“Hell yeah I am, and I’m proud of it too. There’s not a whole lot to do when you spend most of your summers out in the country with spotty internet connection. So I spent a lot of that time drawing.” She waves a hand as she pushes open the door to the building with her hip. “But enough about me, tell me about yourself.”
“Amity Blight, which you already knew, and I’m here for a law degree, I suppose,” she says as she grabs two boxes from the trunk.
Luz is staring at her and Amity feels herself blush under her gaze. “Jeez, you really are strong. I can only lift one of these at a time. You work out or something?”
The trunk slams shut and a beep follows shortly after.
Amity stutters for a moment, words escaping her. All she can do is nod.
“My roommate is a jock,” Luz whistles. “A punk jock.”
Rolling her eyes, the taller girl laughs. “And mine is a weeb. Let me guess, you got a bunch of weeb shit in here you’re gonna display in your half of the room?”
“Oh, absolutely, but I have more than just that to decorate with.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Luz sets her box down long enough to unlock the door. “You can see after I get all my stuff up here because I’m a weak little bitch. If I don’t procrastinate for a month to get everything out, at least.”
Two trips later they’ve gotten everything out and Amity is sitting cross legged on her bed, leaning against the wall. Her roommate is humming as she’s putting clothes away in her dresser.
So far, she’s seen an arrangement of decorations be put up, mostly posters from a wide variety of shows and a rather large bird skull that Luz has proudly displayed on top of the dresser she’s currently standing in front of.
There’s a knife wedged in the skull and Amity is afraid to ask if it’s real.
“Your idea of interior decor is weird.”
Luz turns to her and flashes a peace sign. “Hell yeah it is.” She closes the last drawer and opens up the next box. “Oh thank god, I thought I forgot this at home,” she exclaims, plucking something out and climbing onto the bed. “I was gonna drive home next weekend to get it if I did.”
Amity cranes her neck to see as the object is hung up on pre-existing hooks on the wall. Finally Luz steps back, hands proudly resting on her hips.
It’s a bisexual pride flag.
“What do you think? Really ties everything together, I’d say.”
She just stares at it for a minute.
Should I?
“Amity?” Luz narrows her eyes, tensing up.
Yeah, I think I should.
She hops off her bed and rummages in a drawer underneath until she has what she needs. She wanted to put it out earlier, but not knowing if she’d be rooming with a decent human being had made her leave it hidden from sight.
Without a word she finds an open spot and hangs it up, returning to her seat with the ghost of a smirk on her lips.
Luz is the silent one as she takes in the pride flag in front of her. “Hot damn, Hecate actually ended up being a punk jock lesbian. I mean, my gaydar was going off the second I saw you, but still. Wow.”
Something clicks in Amity’s head.
“Wait, are you flirting with me?”
“Oh, absolutely, have been this entire time. Kudos to you though, you caught on way faster than I expected. I can stop if you want though, we did kinda just formally meet.”
Amity glances at the still tan swirl on her arm. “Nah, you can keep doing it. I kinda wanna see if the universe decided to pair me with a dumbass like you,” she chuckles. “Your mark hasn’t turned yet, right?”
“Nope!” Luz pulls her shirt off with one hand and turns around, readjusting her beanie. “Unless it has since this morning.”
On Luz’s back, just above her left shoulder blade and partially obscured by a bra strap, is a soul mark, still the natural deep tan shade one would expect.
“This wasn’t really necessary and I would’ve taken a simple no. Do your worst, Noceda.”
She puts her shirt back on and plops herself down on the end of Amity’s bed. “I hope you’re ready, Blight, because I haven’t even started yet.”
“I may be a bit of a punk jock lesbian, but Azura ended up being a flirty bisexual weeb and that’s like ten times worse.”
She just dabs in response.
~~~
An itchy left arm wakes Amity up way too early. A mosquito must’ve gotten in their room somehow and bitten her in her sleep.
What a wonderful way to start the day.
Fumbling for her phone she sits up and stretches. The curtains are shut so it’s dark in the room, but a sliver of light is enough for her to see Luz’s sleeping form six feet to her right.
They had stayed up rather late together, talking about just about anything. For as much of a hermit Amity thought herself to be, Luz is shockingly easy to get along with.
She’s a huge dumbass, absolutely arrogant and cocky and borderline rude at times. But she’s also funny and kind and much more intelligent than she makes herself seem.
And, true to her word, she relentlessly flirted with Amity the entire day. She, in return, might've flirted back.
There was no harm in it, after all.
The itch on her arm intensifies and Amity moves to scratch it, unable to resist. The moment her fingers make contact, a warmth spreads over the area and fades as quickly as it began.
The itch is gone too.
Confused, she turns on her lamp to inspect what just happened.
“What the fu-“
Luz stirs from across the room, groaning. “My back itches, damn mosquitoes,” she mutters groggily.
“ What the fuck ,” Amity whispers.
Getting out of bed, Luz shuffles over to her. “Did you get bitten too or somethin’?”
A flash of pink catches her eye and in a flash she’s wide awake. It wasn’t that color a few hours ago.
“Your soul mark turned.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Amity says shakily.
They stay there, eyes locked together. “Luz, turn around.”
“You don’t actually think-“
“Luz, turn. Around.”
She turns around.
More dead silence. Luz’s heart is pounding in her ears.
“Luz?” Her voice is soft. “Was your mark purple when you showed it to me yesterday?”
Purple?
“Absolutely not.” For all the confidence she had earlier, she certainly feels very small right now.
It hurts to strain her neck and tug her shoulder forward to get just a glimpse. “You don’t think…”
She turns back around and Amity grabs one of her arms. Her fingers dig into her wrist, trembling. “There’s only one way to find out,” she says, voice shaking.
The swirls on Amity’s skin glow when skin meets skin, warmth spreading throughout her body.
“ Holy shit .”
“Holy shit is right, Luz.” She stands up, walking to her backside. “I was just joking yesterday, but…”
Luz gasps as two of Amity’s fingers touch the smooth skin of her back.
She must be feeling the warmth from the contact too.
“We’re actually soulmates.”