Rumours

I Don't Want to Know

"I don't want to stand between you and love
Honey, take a little time"

Misty and Madison walked the streets of New Orleans, eating food they had gotten from vendors along the road, following along a band as they played their music. Misty did her best to allow herself to absorb her surroundings, the energy that bounced around the city. Even when she had attended the academy, her and Cordelia had never ventured very far, certainly not where Madison had taken her.

Madison eventually led Misty towards one of the city's cemeteries, her intentions hidden as she did. It wasn't until hours later when Misty woke up in the dark with a pounding headache did everything piece itself together. Tears welled in her eyes as she lay in the coffin, wanting nothing more than for Cordelia to come and find her.

Cordelia had spent the remainder of her evening attempting to help Fiona and Marie, which ended in tears and a searing pain across her cheek. After her failed attempt to assist Fiona, Cordelia fled to the greenhouse, looking for Misty. She hadn't seen her throughout the day, knowing she had spent the majority of it with her idol, Stevie. She fell to the floor and began to cry, feeling like she was a teenager all over again; never able to please her mother in any way, and wanting nothing more than to be in Misty's arms.

~ Then ~

It was coming up on their first year together. Cordelia and Misty still found themselves as inseparable as ever. Cordelia had recently celebrated her first year at the Coven, Misty and Myrtle making her a small cake and having their own little party as their own makeshift family. Myrtle had come to think of Misty and now Cordelia as her own, utterly thrilled about the girls young love with one another.

They sat beside one another as they ate with the rest of the girl, anxiously waiting to excuse themselves so they could be alone together. Their hands refused to part between their chairs, constantly exchanging glances at each other, smiling and laughing. They couldn't get enough of each other.

Weekends were the only time in the house the girls were more or less unrestricted. Aside from a signing in and out policy, they were free to do what they like, a lot of the girls swapping rooms for the few nights they didn't have to worry about being checked on. Misty had started sleeping over in Cordelia's room from Friday to Sunday, the two rarely leaving for anything besides a meal or two.

Once dinner was done, the two retired to Cordelia's room for the night, eventually finding their way to the bed, their bodies intertwined. Cordelia watched Misty with heavy eyelids as she melodically stroked her hair, soothing her to sleep. She watched as Misty slept, enthralled by her beauty. The love she felt for her a year ago had only grown in their time together; the butterflies that pattered around inside her chest still hadn't ceased at the sight of Misty.

Cordelia could feel her presence before she even saw her. She heard the click of her heels taunt her as they came closer down the hall. She looked to her side to see Misty sleeping, her arm draped around Cordelia's waist, her head buried in her neck. She sucked in one deep breath after another, closing her eyes and waiting for the inevitable.

The door swung open, Cordelia jumping at the sound, Misty beginning to wake at Cordelia's sudden movement. The heels came closer and closer, the sound was something Cordelia had learned to dread. Fiona stepped into the room, cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other.

"The hell you think you're doing Cordelia?" Fiona spoke with venom in her voice.

~Now~

As they stood in the graveyard to say their goodbyes to Nan, Cordelia was mournful for reasons of her own. Misty had been missing from the Coven since the day Stevie had visited. Cordelia had gone to bed, waking up the next day to find Misty's room untouched, her bed unslept in. She began to worry, she knew Misty wouldn't just up and leave, especially not before saying goodbye. She held back tears as Myrtle mentioned Misty's name, and got chills as Madison spoke about Misty. There was something about it that just didn't sit right.

With Queenie's return to the Coven, she had taken it upon herself to clear out Misty's things, tossing them onto the floor as she spoke to Cordelia. Cordelia picking up the clothes as they fell to the floor, holding them tightly.

Queenie's words had struck a chord with Cordelia. She knew she was not the leader she could be, but it had only been because of her mother she had been thrust into this position of power. Fiona had always shrugged off the duties of the Supreme, not caring to have a hand in helping Miss Robichaux's with the young witches scattered around the world. Cordelia knew it wasn't only Fiona's fault she was in this position, since Misty's return she couldn't help but relive all her past emotions, the loss and love she had endured as a young woman, and now with Misty missing from the house she couldn't help her distraction. She hadn't been focused, but Cordelia had never really done anything in her life that was just for her, most of her choices throughout her life had been for the good of the Coven, or at least its Supreme.

She stood in the greenhouse, preparing to restore her second sight, mixing together her plants and potions to soothe her inevitable pain. The garden shears stared up at her with every move she made, seemingly taunting her. Cordelia wept as she rubbed her concoction around her eyes, breaking down as she thought about what she was doing. She had lost her vision once before already, and now she was choosing to lose it once again. She was at a loss, what else could she do in order to help the Coven? To help find Misty? As she picked up the shears, staring them down, she reminded herself in the end it would be worth the pain, if it meant she could find Misty and be with her once again.

Myrtle had heard the screams of agony as she walked the grounds of the academy, running into the greenhouse to find Cordelia on the ground, writhing in pain as blood poured from her eyes. Myrtle wept at the sight, running to the ground to comfort Cordelia, casting a spell to soothe her pain. Cordelia's sobs lessened, the pain began to subside and the reality settled in.

Cordelia was able to get herself standing with the help of Myrtle, who guided her towards the house, tucking her into bed as if she were a young child once again. Myrtle left her side once she thought Cordelia had fallen asleep, slipping out into the hallway for a much needed cigarette. Cordelia heard her arguing with Fiona, feeling Fiona's presence briefly hovering against her door, only to hear the sound of her heels growing further and further away. When the door clicked open, she breathed a sigh of relief as Myrtle re-entered. As the door slowly shut, she could hear the sound of Fiona's heals fading away, ending with a slam of the front door.