<span style="color: #FFFF00">This is bad this is bad! echoes through Ka's small brain as he scrambles around the outside of the house on wet siding still getting pelting by rain. The boy had teleported in and out of the house, and hadn't Siraq said that the magic had let him in because he meant the witch no harm? He doesn't mean the witch harm, exactly, just to keep the pair from completing the Claiming. He spies the ventalion slots for the top part of the attic, and grins as best as he can with his fangs.</span><br/><br/>Aaron stands in the door frame for a second, watching her in the room. The candle light made shadows dance across the room and her. He needed her with him, could almost feel her pressed close against his body. He moves past her to place the small of jar of ink and the brushes on her nightstand. He heartbeat is racing, his breathing spikes as he slips the ribbon over her head, giving her another deep kiss afterwards, hands wandering down her back in order wander back up it underneath her  shirt, exploring her firm back muscles.