And the only magic left was the unguarded, un-disappearing kind.
One night, a man in the front row shouted, “Now kiss!” during the final bow. Ruby laughed it off with a wave of her wand. Sage’s smile tightened. lesbian illusion girls
Backstage, among scattered playing cards and half-empty water bottles, Sage would unlatch Ruby’s corset with the same careful precision she used for the rope tricks. Ruby would unpin Sage’s hair, letting it fall dark and heavy over her shoulders. They never spoke about it. The way Sage’s fingers lingered on Ruby’s ribs. The way Ruby brushed her lips against Sage’s ear while whispering the nightly cue. And the only magic left was the unguarded,