⠀⠀ ⠀𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛.

  ⋆   questioninggg

@naturcsend  ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀THE   QUESTION   HUNG   HEAVY   IN   THE   AIR.   it   was   a   hard   one   to   answer.   with   the   history   they   shared,   the   LIFE   that   they   crafted   together,   it   would've   and   SHOULD'VE   been   easy   to   refute   the   immortal's   claim.   if   not   for   the   witch   being   burned   by   the   very   one   she   yearned   for.
                  cruel   or   not,   she   held   that   grudge   deep   within   herself.   nicky   had   been   crafted   by   death   itself—-   but   she   hadn't   realized   he   was   to   be   CLAIMED   by   it   before   ever   truly   living   his   life.   blinded   by   love,   she   was.   agatha   had   hoped,   at   the   very   least,   that   death   could've   shown   the   same   yearning   love   then   as   she   was   NOW.   a   mistake   she   was   sure   to   NEVER   make   again.ㅤㅤ‎“    you   KNOW   WHY.   ”ㅤㅤ‎the   words   were   even,   matching   her   narrowed   eyes.   even   if   it   broke   her   to   deny   the   face   she   spent   so   long   adoring,   she   remained   rigid   in   her   belief.

@hyrded  ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀it's   gotten   me   this   far,   hasn't   it?

@soughtbIood  ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀forgotten?   my,   i'm   not   truly   THAT   old   to   have   forgotten   such   a   stain   on   my   past.

@naturcsend    ───      DESTINY.   a   word   that   had   haunted   the   ancient   witch   for   as   long   as   she'd   been   alive.   her   own   mother   believed   she   was   DESTINED   to   be   nothing   but   evil;   no   love   shall   find   her   nor   blossom   from   her.   her   own   son   DESTINED   not   to   survive   a   mere   moment   outside   the   very   womb   that   nurtured   him.   in   a   twisted   sort   of   fate,   both   things   were   true   to   an   extent.   the   love   she   poured   into   nicky..   that   kind   soul   that   grew   from   her   very   loins,   had   lasted   long   enough   in   the   world   to   make   his   death   DISASTROUS   to   her   core.   the   love   she   did   find,   was   DESTINED   to   flee.   the   very   word   made   her   skin   crawl.
                  "more   time.   that   was   all   i   wanted.   "   her   voice   was   calm,   tinged   with   that   anger   that   she   was   well   known   for.   "i'd   given   you   so   much   to   keep   you   busy,   keep   the   circle   of   life   chuggin'   along.   "   her   pale   hand   lingered   over   her   own   throat,   ghosting   the   locket   that   hung   from   it.
                 "but   you're   right.   "   she   breathed,   cocking   her   head   ever   so   slightly.   "you   cannot   fix   this;   you   cannot   reverse   it.   you   only   take,   incapable   of   giving.   "   though   as   venom   spewed   from   her   lips,   her   mind   couldn't   help   but   linger   on   her   face.   the   innocence   and   intrigue   she   once   found   in   it   was   long   gone.   "and   you   are   right   again.   i   hold   nothing   for   you.   another   day   without   seeing   you   is   one   i   consider   a   GOOD   day.   "

@immortaIshe    ───   〝   well   i   know   that.   doesn't   hurt   to   shake   things   up   though.     [     she   hummed,   her   lips   curling   further   upward   as   she   watched   the   being   kiss   her   hands.   it   was   a   wildly   romantic   gesture,   something   that   had   the   witch's   heart   skip   a   beat   or   two.     ]     thank   you.     [     she   couldn't   help   but   feel   victorious;   the   dress   was   most   definitely   for   the   other's   eyes.     ]   〟

you have no need to.. ‘spruce things up,’ you are always divine in my eyes.    [ the entity smiles at her lover before taking a step closer, taking agatha’s hands into her own to press a kiss to her palms. ]    but i won’t lie to you, i do love the way the dress looks on you. 

@immortaIshe    ───   〝   forgive   a   gal   for   wanting   to   spruce   things   up   once   in   a   while.     [     despite   the   words,   agatha   smiled.     ]    〟

───      but   for   now,   she   delicately   reached   up   and   tucked   a   strand   behind   death's   ear.   some   sort   of   agatha   showing   for   good   faith,   despite   everything   behind   and   ahead   of   them.  ( 2 / 2 )

@naturcsend     ───      believe   it   or   not,   the   thought   to   burn   or   crush   the   flower   never   came.   she'd   had   many   lifetimes   full   of   hair-trigger   reactions,   acting   on   sheer,   VIOLENT   impulse.   but   just   then,   in   the   face   of   one   so   intimately   familiar,   that   impulse   didn't   come.   perhaps   she   was   tired,   she   attempted   to   reason   with   herself.   perhaps   she   was   tired   of   the   fighting,   the   death,   the   HURT   of   it   all.   and   maybe,   in   some   way,   that   was   true.   but   you   can't   teach   an   old   dog   new   tricks.   and   agatha   was   far   from   wide-eyed   and   bushy   tailed.   in   all   honestly,   it   was   a   lapse   in   judgement.   it   was   simply   too   easy   to   see   those   wild   eyes   and   feel   like   she   was   home.
                  hearing   the   other   speak   once   more,   her   eyes   darted   up   from   the   flower   to   meet   her   gaze.   DOES   SHE   MEAN   IT?   the   question   gnawed   at   the   softer   parts   of   her   brain.   did   she?   / yes /.   she   missed   this   more   than   anything.   there   were   two   people   that   had   ever   looked   at   with   with   love   in   their   eyes.   and,   spoiler   alert,   it   was   the   family   she   forged;   not   the   one   she   was   forged   from.   she   held   the   flower   close   to   her   abdomen,   a   moment   passing   between   them.   "it   wouldn't   change   anything   if   i   did.   "   AND   SHE   DID.   she   meant   it.   earnestly   and   forevermore,   she'd   mean   it.   she   swallowed   the   lump   that   had   formed   in   her   throat.
                  she   knew   this   lapse   in   judgment   would   not   last   forever   and   that   a   tenday   could   pass   and   she'd   once   again   curse   death's   name.  ( 1 / 2 )

/ STOP IT TY the way i sat up at lightning speed when i got ur notification 
            
            PATIENCE, the only good thing to come from her dreadful job. DEATH WAS PATIENT, SHE COULD WAIT CENTURIES TO FINALLY GET WHAT SHE WANTED, would watch kingdoms rise and fall—generations grow and wipe out before soothing a need that presented itself to her. BUT IN THIS MOMENT , that PATIENCE seemed to flee from her bones. For on the rare occasion (ONLY FOR YOU, @THREEOFSWRDS) death WAS NERVOUS. Eyes tracked every movement , every wrinkle that appeared above the others brow, every twitch in her fingers, DOWN TO HER HAIR—OH HOW SHE LOVED AGATHAS HAIR. she wished to thread her fingers in the abundance of dark curls as she’d done for centuries. 
            
            Rio watches as the gears in the witches head as they turned and she wonders what exactly was spinning through that glorious mind. For a second , a painfully long second that seemed to last DECADES, she feared the flower would crumble to the ground , RETURN TO THE EARTH SO SHE COULD RAISE THEM AGAIN. BUT NO! Delicate fingers reached forward and Rio couldn’t help but track each movement. She lingers there, fingers flexing just enough to trace across the grabbing palm. A GHOST OF TOUCH. ( DID YOU FEEL ME AGATHA ? ) 
            
             SO THIS WAS A STEP IN AN OKAY? DIRECTION, Rio thought. It could’ve been worse, there could’ve been flame and spark and someone coughing blood from emptied lungs. . . But there was no blow , no tantalizing words that scarred flesh just as quickly as her dagger did.  ❝  do you mean that ? ❞ EYES SQUINT, voice hardened yet FRAYING at the edges of vulnerability.  ( PLEASE SAY YOU DO. )