𝐀. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ༺

a close up of a woman in a dark forest ALT: a close up of a woman in a dark forest

𝙍𝙞𝙤 𝙑𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡

❝ 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮. ❞

𝟭𝟴+ | 𝙎𝙎 | 𝙙𝙢’𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣

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𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝

𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

❝ 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 ❞

𝟭𝟴+ | 𝙎𝙎 | 𝙙𝙢’𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣

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//hello and welcome!! lmk if you’re ever interested in interacting! :)

//Is that a Nicky?! 🥺

+“A cauldron?” she echoes, voice laced with dry humor. “What a waste of potential, confining power to such a trivial thing. I prefer my magic untethered.” Her nose scrunches, dark smile deepening as she studies Rio more intently, the light from the moon catching in her eyes.

+Agatha’s brow arches at the comment about witches doing “dark things” 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 Rio’s arms and the dramatic tilt of her head. The green cloak slipping from the other witch’s 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 this—when power brushes up against power.

“Quite the performance,” Agatha remarks, her voice cool and steady as her+

+She lets the faintest curve of her lips betray her amusement instead, watching as the other’s movements grow more theatrical under the glow of the full moon.

The witch’s pride is palpable, her subtle delight in the life and death spectacle still lingering in the air.+

Agatha’s gaze doesn’t waver as Rio speaks her name, the deliberate weight of it settling in the air between them. There’s something in the way Rio says it—a mix of curiosity and careful study—that draws Agatha’s attention, though she doesn’t show it.+

. . .

“Who’s Sharon?”

+Then, shaking herself free of the spellbinding proximity, she adds, “Agatha Harkness.”

+and her eyes—creamy brown and impossibly deep—command her attention.

“Harkness,” 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 woman’s features.+

+She stiffens but holds her ground, jaw tightening slightly in defiance. Her darkened gaze darts over the stranger’s 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 woman’s peculiar interest in her coven’s cadavers. Or so she thinks—perhaps her understanding doesn’t quite grasp the full scope of it.

Her body tenses as the other witch steps closer, invading her space.+

“You’re a green witch…” 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.

+There’s 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. “Yes, I suppose that’s one way of putting it.”

Her gaze sharpens, meeting the other woman's with a new spark. “If havoc is your art form, well—maybe we’re not so different after all.”+

+Curious eyes snap back towards the kukri as restless fingers grip its handle.

“A calling,” 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 stranger’s words—heavy 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 this… 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?'