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"Are you going to spend another few hundred years ignoring me again?" Maybe Rio would spend a few hundred years ignoring her instead.
Agatha, always mad because Rio had to do her job. Mad because even Death had confines. Agatha, her scar. Her wound. Anger still simmered under the surface, but love did as well. It's why she came back. It's why she'd always come back.
"witches have been surviving for centuries. it's what we do. so if one more person decides they want to remind me that my variant is dead, they'll be the next to join her. now... did you want a damn tarot reading or not? I take cash-app and venmo."
"Well, some of us survive better than others, don't we?"
Her title of Death often eclipsed her status as the Green Witch. Being with Agatha's pretend coven had been an almost nice change. Among them, she had been Rio Vidal: Green Witch first and foremost. It had all been fun and games until she'd had to ferry half of the coven to the great beyond. Lilia Calderu had been one of them. Well, a version of her at least. This woman was still very much breathing, and Rio felt no pulsing desire to balance the scales.
"A tarot reading. Y'know, I have a pretty good idea of what you'd get. Let's talk instead. That okay, Lilia?"
"hi--welcome to the emporium! howcanihelpyou." the last bit rushed out of her. darcy totally hadn't been smoking in the back and barely heard the door open. not at all.
A human girl. That wasn't exactly what Rio was expecting from a shop supposedly owned by thee Wanda Maximoff herself. Her eyes skimmed over the shelves, and one hand followed in their wake. "What a nice collection." Nothing revolutionary, but it had likely been gathered with care. "You're not the owner, are you?"
It was an unnecessary question. Rio knew. Of course she knew. Still, she found ways to exist in this mortal world century after century and millennia after millennia.
"I'll allow you to keep your throat this time, but don't suggest such a thing again."
"You're threatening me with a good time, I'd like to see you try, blah blah blah. My throat is secure. I can promise you that much."
"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."
He reeked of death. It hung heavily, clothing his frame with a familiar scent. Rio knew it all too well: it was her scent. She was Death & Death was her, but she hadn't ever touched this man. That was the problem with the multiverse: she had lost track of the scales. Now she was playing the role of Death in a reality that wasn't her own, cleaning up some other entity's mess.
"You're a tricky one." One pointed black nail was angled in his direction. "Are you supposed to still be here?"
"frankly, i think every one is a bit too casual about this. i've been alive for half a millennia and spent lifetimes studying the vast expanse of the mystic arts. Even I can't think of too many beings capable of this sort of multiversal feat, at least not any that bring comfort." "Plucking variants from one universe to the next and gathering them to another is one thing. It is another entirely to perform so against our will, in such a way that it cannot be undone. And, for what? Annihilation? Amusement?"
A variant. Agatha Harkness, but not. It was probably for the best. There was something comforting about seeing eyes so similar to the ones that haunted Rio lack the hate and anger that had filled them for the last few centuries. This Agatha had the same flame burning brightly in her chest without all the baggage that now weighed down the women.
"See, I know some pretty big players." It was part of being a cosmic entity and what not, even if Rio usually kept to herself and rarely engaged with her siblings. "Eternity, Infinity, whatever. But they're not behind this. I'm not behind this. Who is?" Rio shrugged a shoulder. "Good luck finding out."
"wait where are you going--we have to pay!"
The only reply he got was a glance cast over her shoulder. Even though Rio no longer felt the insatiable urge to claim a soul when she was around him, she certainly wasn't happy with the Maximoff/Kaplan abomination. Her wife had chosen to die for some teenager. Centuries of life, and then a kiss of Death. Agatha had made her choice. She had given into her maternal instincts that time couldn't smother. Billy/William/Whatever could live, and Rio would be severed from the only soul she had ever craved.
If he wanted to talk to her, he could follow.
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
i love when tragedies are like —
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"I am the natural order of all things, baby. And you love me!" AUBREY PLAZA as RIO VIDAL / DEATH 'Follow Me My Friend / To Glory at the End' and 'Maiden Mother Crone'
i'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you
AGATHA HARKNESS and RIO VIDAL in Agatha All Along (2024) - 1.04
Agatha All Along 1.01 | Seekest Thou the Road
AUBREY PLAZA as RIO VIDAL in 01x01 "Seekest Thou the Road" AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024)
