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Agatha x Rio

*Agatha*

From a distance I observe the one person I hate most in this world. I stand at the bar, a glass clenched in my hand. I wonder if she's noticed me, the thought keeps going round in my head. I see her turn her head towards me, my neck snaps back towards the bar and I make an effort to maintain eye contact with the guy chatting to me at the bar. He is the dullest person I've talked to but then again I don't have much choice, not liking people means very little company. And a woman sat by herself at the bar seems to be very inviting for lonely, divorced men with dull lives.

I try my best to stay glued to the seat, laughing along conventionally at his abysmal attempts at jokes but the desire is at the front of my mind.
The desire to get off this chair and stride straight across to my enemy, my rival. My love.
'Ugh' I nearly audibly groan with disgust. 'I'll kill her' the new thought pops into my mind, much more comforting.

For one second I allow myself to glance over my shoulder. I see her, Rio, standing around a table, wine glass in hand, laughing with the people around her. A wash of jealousy comes over me and I turn back to face the bar sipping at my whiskey, starring daggers into the poor bartender.

"Are you okay?" "You look a little," "tense." The looser next to me says.

I redirect my glare to him. "You look a little," "tense." I mimic slamming my glass back onto the table.

He looks at me horrified. I sigh and run a hand over my face. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

But before I can apologise he pushes his chair away from the bar and walks away.

'Well, that's one problem down.' I shrug to myself. Now let's deal with problem number two.

I polish off my whiskey in one big swill, contorting my face at the bitterness of it. I scoot out my chair making it squeal across the floor making no attempt to quiet it.

As I turn, I lock eyes with her.

Striding straight towards her, I grab her by her right hand disabling her ability to wield her knife on me. I lean my body against her, fulfilling a need I've had for years.

*Rio*

I gasp as I realise Agatha is coming towards me, I've anticipated this moment for years, what it would be like when we finally meet again. It was inevitable. Two witches who will live forever in the same world. I had imagined tension, a build up, pain, lust. It was all here. As she dips her head to my neck inhaling my scent. I feel the tension, building in my chest, the pain as I fight the urge to gasp out of shock and excitement, and the yearn in my heart that aches for her still.

It happened so quickly. In the middle of the bar, she let everyone know I was hers and hurried out the door. She knew if I wanted her I'd find her. And she knew I'd want her.

As I stand up, fixing my hair, I scan around the room, the people on the table I was chatting to looked vaguely confused but got back to chatting soon enough and the rest of the room was completely unfazed. It's so chaotic in here no one probably even noticed.

I followed her out the door, reaching for my knife as I went, it's probably a trap knowing Agatha.
There was no knife.
I fumbled around for it again. Could I have dropped it on the floor?
No, I definitely strapped it in its holster.

It's chilly outside, the autumn, evening air feels crisp on my exposed shoulders. I turn round the bend following the main path into the town centre.
"BOO!"
I jump back and slap something hard in the face.

"Ow, you idiot! That hurt."
"Jesus, thank God I took your knife, could you imagine the damage you could've dealt?" She looks at me with a mocking shocked face.