She was just a witch

It was autumn when Misty arrived at Robichaux's.

Lost, distraught, and bright blue eyes wide with fear. Cordelia remembers it as if it were yesterday. She had taken her hand and instantly saw it all. The hurt, the fear, the betrayal from her community but above all- the loneliness. Her heart had wrenched at that, for she recognised that feeling all too well. Cordelia had made her promise then and there that she would always be there for her. That she would always protect her. All the troubles Misty had, now belonged to Cordelia too.

Misty was a part of the coven, and Cordelia takes care of her own.

The first time Misty approached her, she'd been working on of one of her potions. The bohemian witch had barged into the greenhouse, twirling around, quietly humming a song, until she'd caught notice of Cordelia. She'd mumbled an apology with a face as red as the flowers on her flowy shawl and made her way back to the exit, but Cordelia had simply laughed and waved her over to come and see what she'd been working on. It had been the first time since the acid attack Cordelia could see her, thanks to Myrtle, and it had taken her aback. Back then, as she added the various ingredients, explaining the different benefits of them all, her eyes would keep wandering off to look at Misty, with her wild blonde curls, cerulean eyes and her unconventional beauty.

It was the first time in a long while that she had felt such a strong connection with another person.

The second time Misty approached her, was on a tuesday. It'd been much too sunny for November, and Misty had been outside all day. To Cordelia, it was amazing to see someone be so one with nature. So gentle and caring to all the living creatures and organisms around her. Cordelia could have sworn that she could see tiny little flowers blossom wherever her bare feet touched.

She found herself looking outside from her office many times that day.

As the evening fell, Misty had swung by, taking small tentative steps into her office. In a meek voice she had asked her if she, maybe, wanted to join her outside. After all, it had been a beautiful night and the sky had been clear. With a small nod and an enthusiastic smile, Cordelia had accepted the invitation. Misty had laid down a small blanket on the grass on which she dropped down. Lithe fingers poked at the sky as she pointed out all the different constellations to Cordelia. At some point, their shoulders had brushed, her hand had settled on top of Misty's and their eyes had met. Misty had fallen quiet mid-sentence and she'd leaned closer, pink lips almost touching Cordelia's until the sound of Queenie and Nan barging outside and into the garden to join them had pulled her out of her trance.

It was the first time they almost kissed.

The first time Cordelia lost her, it almost broken her. She had lost the power of the Sight, the only tool that could have possibly helped her find her. She'd tried to hold her shawls, her brush, her necklaces, but nothing would help. Not one vision came to her. Out of pure desperation, she'd even mutilated herself but not even that could help her. Her dearest Misty was still gone, lost. Madison had tried to convince her she'd run off, but Cordelia knew better. Misty would have never left her without a word. She and Misty had had a connection, had they not? And so, she persisted her quest.

When Fiona had gifted her her Grandmother's necklace, things had just inexplicably snapped into place. Her gift, as Fiona had stated, was still inside her. She just had to find it. And so she did. In the dark of the night, she'd dragged Queenie out of bed and to the local graveyard. There, she'd found Misty again. Misty had immediately pulled her into a bone crushing hug, tearfully muttering about everything that had happened, how frightened she'd been, and how happy she was to see her again. She'd once again leaned in, noses brushing against one another, eager to press her lips to Cordelia's. Queenie had cleared her throat and, suddenly painfully aware of their lack of privacy, Misty had pulled back once again.

It was the second time they almost kissed.

On that fateful morning, Cordelia had visited Misty in her room to wish her good luck on the test and to say that she believed in her. Though Cordelia couldn't see it back then, Misty had chewed her lip, smiling brightly and blushing furiously. She then had flung her arms around Cordelia, whispering a thank-you in her ear, and she had pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. A short moment had passed where they simply stood there in the safety of each other's arms, gently swaying in their natural movements, Cordelia's hand all tangled up in Misty's hair. This time, she had been the one to initiate a kiss. She'd lifted herself to the tips of her toes and ever so gently, she'd pressed her lips to Misty's, warmly, softly, like a feather floating through the air.

It'd been the greatest moment of their lives.

When the Seven Wonders test had begun, Cordelia had good faith in Misty. She'd suppressed a proud smile when she'd passed the first two because, after all, she wasn't allowed to play favourites. However, nothing could have prepared her for what would happen during the third one. When all the girls except Misty had returned. Kyle had guided Cordelia to her, and she'd knelt down next to her, fingers brushing over her forehead. She had refused want to believe it at first. No, she couldn't be stuck. She'd cradled Misty's body in her arms, crying, pleading for her to come back. She'd tried every single spell she could possibly think of that could bring her back, but nothing could have prepared her for the moment where she felt Misty's body fade away, crumbling to dust right in her very arms.

It had been the second time Cordelia lost her, yet this time it was permanently, and this time it didn't just break her, it completely and utterly destroyed her.