Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?

Chapter Four

Despite staying up past 3am Cordelia found herself feeling as if she had had the best sleep of her life, her hand wrapped up warmly with Misty's as she awoke. She felt the cool air against her skin as she slowly lifted her covers and began to depart her bed, letting her hands stay intertwined until she was out of reach. Cordelia had a quick shower, was dressed and out the (bedroom) door before Misty had woken up, all she had done since the Supreme's departure was shift towards the vacant half of the bed, burying her head into Cordelia's pillow and falling into a deeper sleep.

The majority of Cordelia's day was split between classes and grading week-overdue papers from the comfort of her office. Before she knew it the sun had set and she remained under a stack of unfinished paperwork. To everyone in the academy a closed door was an unmarked "do not disturb" sign, aside from Myrtle of course. Cordelia peered over her glasses as the bright haired woman entered the room.

"Delia my dear you may want to claim your beloved swamp witch. It seems she decided to try liquor again and has been putting on quite the show." Myrtle said overcome with laughter.

"I'm sure she's fine." Cordelia smiled, not wanting to imagine Misty in her current state.

"Oh she's more than fine it's just a sight you must see for yourself."

"I'm already behind with these papers the last thing I need is another distraction." Cordelia huffed hoping it was a good enough cover to get Myrtle to stop tempting her into leaving the rest for another night.

"Stop being so bitter dear it's not your colour and you don't wear it well." Myrtle said bluntly, making herself more comfortable in one of the chairs laid about Cordelia's office.

"Are you staying to help?"

"I'm always here to help you Delia. For a girl that's been without her sight twice you've never been so blind." She scoffed.

"What are you talking about now?" Cordelia quipped with a raised brow.

"You haven't had this light vibrate off you since the death of our poor Misty and since her triumphant return you've acted as if nothing has changed."

"Of course I'm happy to have Misty back..." She began.

"My god, we all saw the state you were in after she was nothing but ash in your arms. You mourned the death of Misty more than you ever did your husband or mother. You mourned as if you'd lost you're true love. You're in love with her my dear Delia." Myrtle spoke in the soothing tone she always seemed to have.

"I don't owe you an explanation for how I grieve, Myrtle. Misty was always a promising witch and was a great companion in the time we had together." Cordelia refused to look at Myrtle.

"For Christ's sakes you're sharing a bed with the woman." Myrtle said, exasperated. "You may not owe me anything my sweet girl, but I think Misty deserves to know the love you hold for her."

"I really should get back to work."

"You do what you feel is best Delia, I know you'll rise to the occasion when needed. I'm so happy for you both." Myrtle giggled before leaving Cordelia alone once again.

...

Misty's day had felt like a haze. She'd woken up in the late hours of the afternoon and was beside herself as to what was to make of the remainder of the day. She had spent a few hours in the greenhouse, tending to the plants that hadn't been water in a week or so and were desperately craving hydration. Leftovers from dinner had been stuffed into the fridge, although Misty's dinner was after 8 o'clock she was glad it was already prepared. Mixing herself a cocktail for her steaming meal ended up turning into more of a happy hour and less of a dinner. Her plate remained more or less untouched while the near empty bottle of vodka swung around alongside her as she danced around the kitchen. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun drinking. It had never been one of her previous vices, she had always been more into greens than anything else, but she found herself feeling more bubbly and carefree than she had felt in her week back. It was as if it had taken the last of her edge off, just a nudge to get out of her own head.

Eventually Misty had twirled her way into the front room, absorbing as much of the energy the white witch had left behind as she could, feeling it to her very core. She collapsed onto the couch Cordelia had been on the night of Stevie's appearance, letting herself get lost in memories of that night, coming too as she heard the familiar click of heels approaching the sofa.

"I've heard you've had quite the day." Cordelia giggled as she saw the way Misty was strewn about on the couch.

"I was just bored yknow." Misty sputtered, attempting to twist on the sofa to face Cordelia.

Cordelia stepped towards Misty, crouching down so they were eye level, both of them grinning as they saw each other for the first time that day.

"I really missed ya today. I just about slept the day away thought I might as well have a fun night. I hope you're not mad." Misty's tone changed although Cordelia had failed to notice since Misty had begun playing with pieces of the Supreme's hair, "you're so pretty."

Misty's hand had made its way through Cordelia's hair and up to cup her cheek, delicately brushing it with her thumb while her eyes were lost in the deep brown that were in front of her. Her touches were soft and sweet, Cordelia finding herself falling into the same trance Misty was under.

"Are you drunk?" Cordelia chuckled.

"I think so." Misty laughed in reply. "It's a lot more fun than I remember it."

"I'm glad. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I head to bed. You going to be able to get to bed okay?" Cordelia asked with concern. The last thing she needed was to be woken up by Misty tumbling down the stairs.

"I'll just come with you!" Misty replied eagerly, sitting up a little too quickly. "Woah."

"Here." Cordelia looped her arm around Misty's waist and began to guide her gently towards the steps, Misty's head resting on her shoulder as they walked.

"D'you ever smell good." Misty hummed against Cordelia's neck as they reached the top of the steps.

It wasn't until she finished the stairs did Misty realize just how drunk she really was. Without Cordelia's help she didn't know how else she'd be able to walk more than a couple steps. Everything felt like an eternal wave, the fun of being drunk slowly fading away.

Cordelia was counting her steps as she walked, anything but allow herself to process what was happening. Misty's head buried in her neck, every breath sending a sharp chill up Cordelia's spine and making her heart pound.

"You're heart's beatin real fast." Misty commented as they entered their shared room. "Why's that?"

"I think it's time for you to go to bed." Cordelia replied, doing her best to ignore the comment.

"'Cause I know the only time mine beats real quick like that is when I'm 'round you." Misty murmured. "I really love being around ya Miss Cordelia." Her voice filled with authenticity.

"At least you're a lovely drunk." Cordelia noted as she helped Misty into her side of the bed.

"Can you tell me I'm wrong then?"

The comment had caught the Supreme of guard. She looked at Misty with her head tilted, her mouth open in shock.

"We can talk about this tomorrow, okay?" She stroked Misty's face gently, willing herself not to break.

Misty slowly pulled on Cordelia's arm to close the distance between them. When she was with arms reach Misty cupped Cordelia's face and leaned forward, resting hers against Cordelia.

"You promise?" Misty said near breathless their lips only inches apart.

"I promise."