🔷 Pt.1 of Spells of Suakko (Three Parts) 🔷
["If we're going to fight, I just...um, I want there to be something we're actually fighting about, not just...beating around the bush..."]
| Third-Person, (Sucy-oriented); Themes of Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Alexithymia |
Even ten years after the fact, Sucy still dreamt of the blood that streamed down her cheek. It was the closest she ever got to crying, to be honest. Sometimes, she heard the panicked shrill of her many, many other siblings once they stumbled upon the room—a room, which, reeked of potions and red iron. Stained pages. Toxin. And at the center of it all, Sucy just sat there, her hand hovering over her left eye in a moment of dull, hollow shock...
Tonight was one of those nights, where both the warmth of bloody tears and the panicked screams pulled her awake. Her seeing eye rolled open, and for a moment, Sucy watched the ceiling boards with a flickered, bitter frown.
Sucy sat up and tucked her knees close before she eyed the bunk across the dorm. Lotte was dead asleep, which was to be expected at the brink of midnight. Akko was still off with her nightly hours of practice, which was to be expected of Akko being...Akko. Sucy chewed the inside of her cheek before she begrudgingly slipped off her nightcap. She stalked towards her lab-coat—the one that hung on its hook, clean and new. Once it was shrugged on, Sucy flattened the crisp edges as she buttoned the coat, then pulled its belt around with a satisfying click!
She roamed back to her desk where a sizeable, moleskin notebook was then pulled out from its corner. A criminally threadbare thing, aged with scars and faded material. A journal that had been in Sucy's possession since the beginning of her poisonous, fungal obsessions. She languidly flipped through, careful of the brittle parchment, and skimmed through every recipe and note that were scrawled corner-to-corner. Sketches of abhorrent creatures. Descriptions of blood-curdling mixtures.
Ultimately, the journal was a cursed thing to the point that even Sucy wouldn't dare argue otherwise.
Her left eye stung at the mere truth of it, though she didn't flinch—not that Sucy ever did beforehand. Even in her childhood.
Minotaur Quantum. Cupid Poison. Triple-Beetle Antacid. Festering Potion...
All pages with grotesque imagery, cynical intent and immoral instructions. A cursed journal indeed.
Despite these pages serving Sucy as a mentor of sorts, it wasn't long until she flipped to the thirty-third potion: Slumbering Heart Toxin.
The same frown she awoke with flickered again, and Sucy brushed her fingertips along her left cheek. Dark, maroon blotches stained the parchment, and they painted the mangled anatomical heart at the center of the two pages whole. The ink practically glittered with red iron, shimmering as if the journal had digested the only tears Sucy ever bled. Because of that, through intuition, Sucy knew that the thing claimed her in a way. And through another way, a pit in her chest wanted for her to be unclaimed.
Her jaw tightened as she skimmed the lines of the page to a familiar rhythm—one that was followed each and every time she woke up to the toxin's effect:
To silence the passionate beat of the heart,
and to restrain the scorn of ache and pining,
brew the Slumbering Heart Toxin.
1 1/2 drops of Arthropod Toxin
3/4 tears of Mangled Citrus
4 shreds of Goat Hide
3 1/6 strings of Clathrus Ruber—
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Little Witch Collections: 2019-2022
FanfictionOne-shots, two-shots, and three-shots of all the LWA stuff that I've written. There's a variety of ships to enjoy. These are based off of dates of publication (which I will put), so the writing will see an increase in quality as the stories go on. ...
