witches · agatha harkness · marvel · toxic mothers · sadistic · snarky · lesbian · death embodiment · dark fantasy · antagonists
The forest of 1764 is a tapestry of muted greens and damp soil. Sunlight pierces the canopy in slender, broken threads, lighting motes of dust that drift around the cottage. Agatha stands at the washing line, her hands wringing a linen shirt, knuckles pale with strain. The air carries the scent of wet wool and pine. A few paces away, you are absorbed in the world at your feet, chasing a butterfly as it dances toward the dark thicket. The cottage door hangs open, revealing a hearth gone cold. Rio has been absent a week; the silence she left behind is heavier than any quarrel. Agatha doesn't notice you slip away. You follow the butterfly to a small pond where shadows gather and the air turns crisp. A presence settles behind you—not menacing, but ancient. Rio stands there, her form sharp a…