📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 51 (Patreon)

Content possibilities: original content, w/w(?) or overall queerness, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, partially male presenting pregnancy, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, birth, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 41½ | 42 | 43
Part III Acts: 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 51

Mary

It was very sweet of Melodie to cheer Mary up with her little stage snake. The white reptile was very docile and unusually affectionate, too. It slithered right up her arm, staying in the warm space between Mary’s neck and her hair, with its tiny head poking out next to her cheek as if watching what Mary prepared for lunch.

In the meantime, Melodie excused herself to go look for the cane outside.

When she returned about a quarter of an hour later, she seemed more relaxed again – and just in time, as Mary had just finished with the meal, too.

She had put together a Tuscan salad with noodles, dried tomatoes, olives, and many other ingredients, and then added a fried egg and some roasted baguette slices on top.

Thankfully, the recipe had been as easy as it seemed on paper, and with some aesthetic know-how, it really didn’t look half as bad, either.

At least, Melodie seemed to enjoy it greatly. Seemingly a little down earlier, she now smiled brightly and ate the dish with a subtle, honest smile on her lips, going for seconds several times.

Mary, sitting on the corner of the bench beside Melodie, didn’t eat much herself. She was still stuffed from the savory pub food. Instead, she contented herself with Melodie’s presence – and the snake’s, too, which apparently slept, its tiny head tucked in between its own body and Mary’s neck.

It all still felt like a dream. Not even like her own, but like somebody else’s, who granted her the great pleasure to explore. She never would’ve even dared to imagine finding herself in such conditions: on a date with somebody she really liked and with whom she had all kinds of feelings for, let alone a magician or somebody who was not a — what did people call it? Cisgender? -- man; in a lovely cottage, all on their own, without her father being even in the same town; cooking for said person, who seemed to enjoy it a lot.

It just… it seemed like something of this sort had never been in the stars for Mary. Yet, Melodie was – heh – in the stars.

Unlike Melodie, Mary was unaware of her own chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” she asked with her gentle, deep yet still androgynous voice, her warm brown eyes watching her with fondness.

“Ah,” spouted Mary, feeling a little caught and embarrassed but still willing to share. “I just thought of a stupid pun as well as how nice this all feels. That, for the longest time, I never would have thought I’d be deserving of such moments caught me off guard.”

She noticed too late how depressing that sounded.

But, before Mary could interject, Melodie had already put down the cutlery to hold Mary’s hand.

“Oh, my love. Whatever happened to you that made you to think so low of yourself? Of course you deserve this, and so much more, especially considering that you organized all of it.”

“It’s not just that,” Mary began, flashing the magician a smile to indicate that the subject wasn't as ominous as it first appeared to be, "It's also... you know. It might sound strange, but I never really thought about love before. It just became clear to me early on that this kind of intimacy wasn't meant for me, not even close friendships. Don't get me wrong, I was okay with that. I wasn’t suffering, Mel.” It still felt strange, but sweet, calling Melodie by her nickname, “I just became a different person, so it feels.”

The magician looked at her with a pondering look on her face, still holding Mary’s hand. The snake in her neck had also stirred awake again, slithering down Mary’s arm and curling around her wrist like a bracelet, again looking at her.

“What are you thinking?” Mary asked after Melodie didn’t respond for a good while.

Melodie took an audible breath. “Two things. For one, I can sympathize with you. As you know, I’ve never been with somebody like this before, either.”

Oh, right. Melodie said that once. It still sounded unbelievable.

“And, I wonder if we might feel attracted to each other for that specific reason. Because we both don’t experience romance and intimacy like many other people.”

Huh. Interesting.

“I feel safe with you, my little dove, like we’re of the same kin, in a way,” Melodie continued.

That’s how Mary felt, too.

“Can I breathe a wish?” Melodie asked.

“Of course,” Mary answered, possibly a smidge too eagerly for her own taste.

The magician raised Mary’s hand up to kiss it again, respectfully but affectionately.

“May I introduce you to the idea of experiencing these new realms without comparison nor pressure? I do not care about what people usually do. I only care about what you want, about your pace, with no juxtaposition to other people's expectations.”

Oh, god. Hearing Melodie speak like this conjured desires in Mary to ambush her with smooches and maybe even more. So much for pace… Melodie definitely didn’t consider that Mary could also experience it like that with her, right?

Mary noticed the snake staring at her intensely, then turning toward Melodie. Was it maybe hungry or thirsty? Maybe it just enjoyed looking at people.

“That… That sounds good. Not gonna lie, exhausting, too. Doing stuff without leads, references, nor orientation.”

“But exciting, too, non?”, Melodie asked charmingly.

“Yes,” Mary responded truthfully. “And also reassuring, because it sounds as if you…”

Mary paused. The conversation took an unexpected but desired turn.  Now’s the right moment, she thought while looking into Melodie’s curious eyes, who waited politely for Mary to continue.

“It sounds as if you’re willing to… commit. Kind of. At least, a little. I don’t know, I don’t want to assume, I… okay, wait, actually all that confusing talk isn’t needed, I’ll just ask straight-up.”

Mary took in a deep breath.

“Can I call myself your girlfriend?”

The kitchen filled with silence that was almost pluckable right from the air. The magician stared at her, her mouth slightly agape, and her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Don’t falter, don’t take it back, Mary’s inner voice pushed her, show her how confident you are about this. Show her how much you want this.

Melodie’s hand squeeze turned a little weaker, but Mary focused on holding on tight.

Give her her a moment. It’s new to her, too. Your request isn’t as wayward as you think; she has been on countless dates with you. 4, if you count the time at the Bellagio. You know she’s interested in you. That she likes you. You can feel it. She can misdirect with her tricks, but not with her feelings. Right? She can’t possibly have faked all this.

…or maybe she did, for some ulterior motives?

No.

Or…

Damn, why doesn’t she say anything?

“It… it would be my honor, Mary,” Melodie finally said, with the warmest, brightest smile upon her lips.

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