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The Witch of Eichenwalde

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^ . ° • *  fcirestofall· ( snow white ) ☆ ° . • *

as  the  corner  of  the  book  bumped  her  hand  ,  those  blood-red  lips  quirked  into  a  smile  ,  for  the  small act  made  snow  white  wondered  if  this  was  what  it  felt  like  to  have  a  mother  –  a  privilege  that  was  robbed  from  her  TOO  SOON  and  replaced  with  something  ALL  TOO  TERRIBLE  .  the  dwarves  hadn’t  been  too  keen  on  the  idea  of  snow  seeing  a  witch  at  first  ,  given  their  experience  with  one  ,  and  the  princess  was  glad  that  she  didn’t  listen  to  them  .  

the  young  woman  nearly  leaped  out  of  joy  upon  the  witch’s  agreement  – and  the  house  of  the  witch  mercy  would  be  otherwise  entrapped  in  a  STATE  OF  STILLNESS  ,  as  if  the  concept  of  time  itself  didn’t  exist  in  her  little  realm  ,  had  it  not  been  for  snow  white  ,  who  moved  around  the  house  with  such  smile  on  her  face  and  such  happiness  that  made  her  movements  felt  much  BIGGER  than  they  really  were  .  ‘  oh  truly  ?  well  let’s  see  ––  ’ the  yellow  skirt  of  her  dress  billowed  around  her  as  she  spun  in  a  circle  to  face  the  window  ,  brown  eyes  straining  to  see  the  distance  .

HAPPINESS  bubbled  from  inside  her  until  her  tiny  body  couldn’t  contain  it  anymore  – one  could  practically  TASTE  it  off  her  .  ‘  well  listen  up  ,  ’  hands  clapping  together  in  front  of  her  friend  as  she  jumped  back  round  to  face  the  witch  ,  ‘  well  the  weather  outside  is  really  nice  ,  so  plenty  of  animals  would  be  out  and  about  ’  not  to  mention  it’s  SNOW’S  OWN  MAGIC  to  make  animals  appear  ,  it  would  seem  .  ‘  i’m  thinking  we  could  go  by  the  stream  and  have  a  little  picnic  there  under  the  tree  .  i  could  wrap  up  my  pie  again  and  we’ll  bring  tea  ,  you  could  read  your  book  and  we  could  pick  some  herbs  and  gather  ingredients  for  your  potion  on  our  way  back  !  ’

There was simply no winning against Snow white. For after all, winning would mean a risk of erasing that smile off her lips, and how could the witch ever do that to dearest Snow White? The smell of freshly baked pie, already long forgotten by the witch until mentioned, comes to fill her senses and with a pleased hum, Mercy already knew what her answer would be - a resounding YES, if only she wasn't such a tease - alas, seeing Snow White so excited seem to have reawakened her playfulness.

“ Oh, I don’t know, Snow White dearest. I could always just move my seat by the window and enjoy the wonderful weather like so - ”  Lips curling all the more, she brings her cup of tea up to her lips, hoping it would hide the RISING  smile,  “ what’s so different between reading by the window and under the tree? I would still be enjoying the sun, the smell of the forest, and, of course, my book. ”  Was her young visitor pouting now, she wondered; with a frown pursed upon her lips, perhaps, with a puffed cheek. Teasing Snow White always did result to the most LOVABLE of responses.

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^ . ° • *  fcirestofall ( snow white ) ☆ ° . • * 

‘  let  me  take  you out  ,  please ?  how  long  has  it  been  since  you  left  this  place  ?  ’  the  scent  of  OLD  BOOKS  and  dust  permeated  her  nose  and  it  tickled  her  ever  so  slightly  ,  snow  was  afraid  that  any  more  minutes  spent  in  this  place  would  turn  her  into  SNEEZY !  but  there  was  a  warmth  in  this  place  as  well  and  she  could  almost  smell  the  sunlight  that  peeked  through  the  window  panes  ,  most  of  all  ,  there’s  a  PLEASANT  COMFORT  about  this  place  that  felt  like  two velvet  arms  wrapping  around  her  in  a  loving  embrace  ,  and  snow  could  vaguely  see  her  mother  behind  it.

the  cherry  pie  baked  fresh  from  her  cottage  was  placed  on  a  table  ––  and  there’s  nearly  no  more  surface  there  .  chocolate  brown  eyes  were  WARM  and  twinkled  with  slight  cheeks  as  she  crossed  over  to  her  WITCH  MOM  FRIEND  ,  ‘  well  you  don’t  have  to  come  out  then  ,  i’ll  just  stay  here  with  you  .’  snow  said  with  a  smile  as  she  plops  down  next  to  the  witch  ,  her  hand  reaching  for  a  book  in  her  great  big  library  she  would  often  got  lost  in  as  a  young  child  .

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OH, but the witch does step out at times, if only to gather vegetables for today’s meal, no more than a few weary slogs out the door to her small garden of healthy greens. She should have argued - she WOULD HAVE argued that she does indeed leave her home - if only she wasn’t so engrossed with the texts before her. A crinkle of her nose and a turn of the pages of her book, Mercy gave a mere hum in response instead. A hint that she was both listening and not. That she was interested, or perhaps simply feigning so.

‘twould seem, though, that the witch’s act did no help as Snow welcomed herself to her side nonetheless. Another hum, and for a while she contemplates letting the young woman sit there and read in silence but, ah, if only she was heartless enough to do so.  “ Oh, Snow, ”  there’s a certain warmth in her voice when she finally speaks. Full of much ADORATION that she could not quite hide even as she turns her book into a close before using it to keep Snow from rearranging her well-organized shelves with a gentle bump of her hand.  “ If you are so bored of being indoors... Convince me, then, and perhaps I’ll let you guide me wherever you’d like. ”

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I missed you

Perhaps that was her mistake. She had always believed that no one would ever come to miss her, too used to having lived by herself, too used to having no one who cared about her well-being. The witch, of course, knew that the god cared about her to a degree, but she had always believed (or rather, she refused to believe otherwise) that it was all because she had helped Horus a few times. Formalities, simply put.

It had always been either that after all. Humans, oddities and gods alike only gave her attention out of formality. That or because they wanted something from her. 

“Horus...” To see the winged god greet her upon opening the door to her home, however, the witch couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, she was wrong all along. “I...” Missed you as well, she could have so easily said, but instead, the witch offered the other a mirthless smile, “how have you been?”

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gets angela a mug that says #1 witch mom

“ For me? ” Mom. She hadn’t expected for the young witch to grow so fond of her, enough to call her as such but Angela doesn’t say anything in protest. Instead, she gave Olivia the warmest of smiles, bringing her free hand to the top of the girl’s head for a pat while her other held the mug close to her heart. It wasn’t always that she would receive presents after all, and this one, she promises to treasure for as long as possible.

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                                                      tell me god:

                                               are you punishing me?                                 is this the price i’m paying for my past mistakes?

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fliesfar:

      Upon feeling Angela squeeze her hand, Fareeha quickly looked up. Her brows raised slightly, only to crease together. She let out a breath of relief that she didn’t know she was holding and squeezed back, clenching her jaw subconsciously.

All her fears were quelled within an instance. She thought— the entire time— that Angela would never wake up… That she would stay in an unending sleep like death. And she almost did lose her… Had she been fast enough, had she, had she, had she. All the hads and would haves left her mind in that moment.

Eventually, she allowed herself a small smile as she brushed hair away from Angela’s face with her free hand. “Angela, I…” I thought I lost you, is what she almost said, but instead she kissed her forehead. She then moved to bring a waterskin up to Angela’s face.

“You must be parched… just drink— don’t say anything, okay?” She wanted to tell her more, tell her how glad she was that she was awake, that she was alive. That she didn’t know what she would do without her. Her who was always so patient even when she was gone for excessive amounts of time. She understood, or at least, tried to understand. And that’s all that mattered to her.

         What happened? She wanted to ask, but with her throat so dry and her body feeling so weak the best the witch could do was to do as told, drinking from the waterskin as carefully as she could despite the urge to simply drink all of the water with rush. Once she’d drank enough, Angela forced herself to relax --- - as much as she could with the heat engulfing her whole and the ache all over her body, not having healed completely just yet.

“Fareeha... You’re here.” With tired limbs and heavy eyes, she took the goddess’s hand into her own, squeezing it, though one could barely feel it and with a slow, steady breath in, the witch let her lips curl into a smile as she chanted thank god over and over and over in her mind. Thank god, she was still alive. Thank god, Horus was still here. Thank god, she returned. “I missed you. Truly.” 

And there’s so much she wanted to say. From apologies for worrying the goddess, to more thanks for everything, but Angela could feel herself slipping away from consciousness once more and to that, she tightened her hold around Fareeha’s hand, lithe fingers trembling. Afraid of the darkness once she closes her eyes. Afraid that this time, she might not wake up again.

Save me. She wanted to say. The same two words she was silently praying when she was left under the wizards and witches’ mercy. “Save me.” A pause, clenching her teeth together as she closed her eyes and willed herself not to fall into slumber, “I don’t want to be alone anymore, Horus.”

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wachtcr:

No surprise is visible on the face of whom she encountered and she’s rather comforted by that fact. It’s nice not to have people make a big deal upon seeing her. The response she receives is not what she expects although it causes a smile to appear on her lips, amused. Her head dips with a nod as it certainly was some kind of greeting. “ Lovely to finally cross paths with you. “ She begins then continues. The Witch of Eichenwalde. “ I suppose you could say that I have heard plenty about you from various townsfolk and you’ve stirred my interest. “

Stirred her interest? The witch raised a brow at that, knowing well that she’s so far done little to none for her to grab the divine’s attention. “ And yet I have heard not of the winged divine wandering about in the woods in search for a witch. ” Although part of her still felt wary before the other, a smile finally curled from her lips. “ So you know of me. Then I suppose it is only right that I ask who you are, yes? You are surely not an angel, and neither are you one of the many witches wishing to end me. ”

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did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

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how could you cry for me?

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how could you mourn me?

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how could you paint me as the villain in the stories you tell?

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Step on me

I never thought you’d ask, darling.

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Call me a leaf on an autumn day, because I've fallen for you.

         To be greeted with such a pun first thing in the morning… At times, the witch does wonder why she hasn’t kicked the other woman out of her home yet, though she supposes the soft laughter that manages to slip out from her lips tells enough. “ You know, my dearest goddess, “ making her way closer towards Fareeha, she gave the goddess a kiss to the cheek before giving her a light (consoling) pat on her shoulder as she spoke, “ my favorite past time during autumn happens to be stepping and crunching fallen leaves. “

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hornedmessiah:

Only temporary? ❝ …Good enough, ❞ she said with a snort. ❝ Probably has been too busy with everything else that you haven’t gotten the time to tidy up. ❞ Her arms stretched out for a moment before the devil gave a satisfied hum and allowed them to go limp onto the witch with a lazy smile. ❝ It’ll be good to have somethin’ help you out. ❞

At the weight of the devil’s arm, the witch frowned just a tad and promptly brushed them off of her before making her way to her bookshelf, a finger tapping her chin as she searched for her book. “ Reanimation isn’t such a simple spell however. While I used to pride myself in Necromancy, I haven’t done it for a very long time. ” Book now in hand, she turned to face the devil with a small smile on her lips. “ And since this was your brilliant idea, dearest devil, you will, of course, help me, yes? ”

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