ᏞᎾsᏆ ᎥᏁ ᏆhᎬ ᎳᎾᎾᎠs

Spellbound or Love-bound?

Fareeha continued to run, twisting down the long hallways and making sharp turns. She wanted to get back to the little village, surrounded by her colleagues and friends. These woods were a mistake to stumble upon. Her disobedience had surely gotten her into trouble this time.

"Damn.. where is the exit to this place?" She panted out heavily, wiping sweat from her brows. The dull-skinned woman huffed and puffed from tiredness. It seemed no matter where she ran it was a pattern, as if she were traveling in a circle. The halls never changed and when she stopped to catch her breath, the Witch laid her gloved hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Fareeha.."

She turned and narrowed her eyes getting ready to fire her concussion blast at the other, "Get back!"

But it appeared to not be working, which caused her thick, defined brows to furrow in confusion.

"Fareeha, please let me talk to you, dearest..." Angela persisted, walking closer to her. Pharah wasn't having it however, and turned to dash again. The Witch huffed and let her go, surely she would tire herself out soon enough.

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  Pharah ran in circles until finally, she had given up. The next corner she turned, the blonde floated on her broom in wait. She smirked, with a hint of sympathy on her face.

"Are you ready to comply now, dear?" Her eyes melting towards Fareeha's. The young Amari somehow felt drawn to the woman, and walked closer. She didn't want to, but she had no control of her body. "You know, if you just give me a chance to explain.."

"What are you doing to me..?" Fareeha grunted, her face coming into contact with Angela's. The woman's cool eyes stared into hers, now fully under her command.

"It's not nice to run away from me like that.." She shook her head, a look of disapproval on her face. Fareeha couldn't look away from the gorgeous woman. She was just too mesmerizing..

"Angela.." She breathed out calmly, but on the inside, she was still in a panic.

"I'll tell you what, how about we go onto the balcony and talk about everything? It'll just be you and me, my dear" The Witch's voice was persuasive and the way she said things made Fareeha's heart stop. Maybe this wasn't just her spell..

'What a silly thought..' She argued with herself, but the woman's icy glare and firm smile only discriminated more against this notion. She nodded, an answer she had little to no control over. The Witch guided her up a steep, rigid staircase and led her through the dark hallway to a pair of glass doors. Through them, one could see the prodigious veranda, along with the scenery that came with it.

The thin woman's hands gently pushed the doors apart to allow them to pass and Fareeha felt as if she was in another dimension. She didn't even want to close the doors' behind them, they felt too exquisite for her to touch. She felt so small here, like she didn't fit in.

"Do you like it?" Angela turned to Fareeha, hopping up onto the ledge and taking a seat. Her toned legs crossed over one another, her smile uplifting upon looking at her servant.

"It is... too beautiful" Fareeha remarked but quickly shook her head, "Of course, the sky is much better.."

Angela took no offense to this, chuckling and looking out at it. "You are right, after all. And soon, we will be flying together.."