RIO
(age 17)
She is the sheer imagery of the nocturnal night, born immoral: undeserving her role in life. I resent her, I resent every time I've ever my laid eyes on her.
Agatha Harkness.
Like the goddess of the night, she moves quick and quiet. The door to her very heart lies beneath an empty shell— she is hollow. There is no emotion, no tears of gold.
Isn't she just the best?
I'd be lying if I said Agatha wasn't the type of person I admire really. She is great danger and anyone who follows should be weary- of her selfishness. Agatha was never a one for all, she lived for herself and that was always enough for her.
The hardships me and Agatha have faced over time are nothing short of legendary. I mean you dance with the devil, you get the desolation that comes with it.
I hum a short melodic tune whilst strolling the divine quarters of Salem.
"I really do need to go, Silas," A soft voice mutters, oh my morning just got a lot better.
"Five more-" a loud cackle erupts, it was me.
"Well what do we have here? Satan herself and the little friend she brought along with her," His eyes dilate, scoffing to himself he whispers a gaggle of incoherent nonsense.
"And that's coming from thee Lady Death, please stop, you're pulling my leg!" She says, crossing her arms in solidarity.
The unwanted cell that stands next to her has the nerve to laugh at that. How audacious.
Agatha wore her hair like no other. Her luscious locks drape down to her chest that sat ever so perky. She has her collar pulled up over her dress, it fills her shape perfectly.
Perhaps today there was something different, she had put extra effort in the way she looked, like she needs it.
"But Agatha.. we used to have such fun, can't we be like that again? Can't we continue this blissful rivalry?" I smirk.
"Go to hell, Vidal," she blurts, I can't help but notice the gleam of sadness in her eyes.
"I just got back actually, your mothers chambers are quite—"
"Argh, shut up!" Agatha's little pet just standing there gawking at her. I know, I'm doing it too Silas.
There's a minute of silence before quickly followed by a roar of sorts.
"What are you doing with him?!" Appearing from the shadows, Evanora Harkness.
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Rio All Along
Fantasythe fatal and heart warming teenage love experience of Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal. - assuming they're both the same age (400+) this is set between 1692-1693 when they was both 16-18. - This will get released since I don't want it rotting away in...
