๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐ก
โ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐ฎ. โ
๐ญ๐ด+ | ๐๐ | ๐๐ขโ๐จ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ฃ
โป & โก
#marvelrp #mcurp #mvrp
๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐
๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ
โ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐, ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ช๐๐ โ
๐ญ๐ด+ | ๐๐ | ๐๐ขโ๐จ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ฃ
โป & โก
#mcurp #marvelrp #mvrp
//hello and welcome!! lmk if youโre ever interested in interacting! :)
//Is that a Nicky?! ๐ฅบ
+โA cauldron?โ she echoes, voice laced with dry humor. โWhat a waste of potential, confining power to such a trivial thing. I prefer my magic untethered.โ Her nose scrunches, dark smile deepening as she studies Rio more intently, the light from the moon catching in her eyes.
+Agathaโs brow arches at the comment about witches doing โdark thingsโ under the full moon. The theatrics amuse her, but she says nothing of it, letting the moment hang. Instead, she steps forward, slow and deliberate, her heels pressing into the soft earth.+
+sharp eyes follow the sweep of Rioโs arms and the dramatic tilt of her head. The green cloak slipping from the other witchโs shoulders draws the moonlight closer, painting her figure in stark contrast to the shadows that ripple in the clearing.+
+Agatha recognizes the flicker of satisfaction, the instinct to gauge her reaction. For a moment, she wonders if Rio thrives on an audience, or perhaps on the tension of moments like thisโwhen power brushes up against power.
โQuite the performance,โ Agatha remarks, her voice cool and steady as her+
+She lets the faintest curve of her lips betray her amusement instead, watching as the otherโs movements grow more theatrical under the glow of the full moon.
The witchโs pride is palpable, her subtle delight in the life and death spectacle still lingering in the air.+
Agathaโs gaze doesnโt waver as Rio speaks her name, the deliberate weight of it settling in the air between them. Thereโs something in the way Rio says itโa mix of curiosity and careful studyโthat draws Agathaโs attention, though she doesnโt show it.+
. . .
โWhoโs Sharon?โ
+Then, shaking herself free of the spellbinding proximity, she adds, โAgatha Harkness.โ
+and her eyesโcreamy brown and impossibly deepโcommand her attention.
โHarkness,โ she says at last, the name rolling off her tongue with languid ease. Her voice carries a deliberate pause as her eyes linger, tracing the contours of the other womanโs features.+
+She stiffens but holds her ground, jaw tightening slightly in defiance. Her darkened gaze darts over the strangerโs face, studying it with sharp precision. The milky pallor of her skin catches the moonlight, her cheeks softly kissed with pink, her lips flushed and alluring,+
+Realization dawns on her, connecting the dots to the womanโs peculiar interest in her covenโs cadavers. Or so she thinksโperhaps her understanding doesnโt quite grasp the full scope of it.
Her body tenses as the other witch steps closer, invading her space.+
โYouโre a green witchโฆโ the brunette murmurs, awe lacing her voice as she watches life spring forth from the bark of the pine tree. Shoots of moss and delicate growths unfurl, vibrant and full of energy, only to wither moments later, completing their life cycle in a breathtaking span of seconds.+
//I would like to get this account going with SLs! Please send any literate/descriptive Agathas my way! DMs are open! Tyia!!! <333
She eyes the other woman, suppressing a surge of nerves as she approaches her, yet she stands her ground, holding her head high as she purses her lips. Her orbs quickly flick over her form before returning her gaze.
"Oh? Then what exactly were you trying to do?"
+She asks after a moment, voice softening slightly with genuine interest.
+Thereโs a beat of silence as the young witch admires the other quietly, taking a hesitant step forward. Her head tilts with a slight quirk of her brow as she approaches the stranger. This back and forth had gone on long enough. "Who are you?"+
+Nowhere to be seen until the stench of death suffocated her senses, drawing her in. โYes, I suppose thatโs one way of putting it.โ
Her gaze sharpens, meeting the other woman's with a new spark. โIf havoc is your art form, wellโmaybe weโre not so different after all.โ+
+Curious eyes snap back towards the kukri as restless fingers grip its handle.
โA calling,โ she echoes thoughtfully, the words rolling off her tongue. Something deep within her knew the Green Witch meant this in the literal sense. She had seemingly appeared out of thin air, after all.+
Her lips curve in a slow, calculated smile as she watches the Green Witch savor the scene. The strangerโs wordsโheavy with admiration, felt like a strange kind of validation. And that was something Agatha never expected to feel here, surrounded by the bodies of those who once called her sister.+
//I see yall liking thisโฆ dm to plottttt!
She stares blankly towards her, eyes blinking slowly.
"Alright... Ya think you could go be 'around'... somewhere else? I'm a bit busy here."
She was, in fact, not busy.
She clears her throat with a nonchalant shrug.
"Was there something you needed?" She asks, her gaze snapping towards the other woman as she uncrosses her legs.
"Better luck next time, hon. It's gonna take a bit more effort to scare me."
She snorts lightly, examining the shape of her nails in indifference.
She jumped slightly as she was pulled from her thoughts, unaware she had company.
"Well, aren't you a sneaky one." Her lips purse as she straightens the wrinkles from her jacket.
Twisting her hair around her fingers, staring off into space, deep in thought.
'If you clean a vacuum, do you become a vacuum cleaner?'
