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[necromanticryptid]

Sorry I can’t come over my tarot cards said no

[there-is-blood-on-my-hands]

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[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

Misty watched Cordelia go. The trail of magic following the supreme charging the air around her. The pull to follow was almost crippling but she stayed, attached to the broom,she kept herself busy. She knew Delia was going to assert her position and remind the coven of their own. Suddenly she felt like a little kid again. Running to her mama to tell on her brothers and sisters for some trivial discretion that had led to her feeling slighted or angry. “I’m tellin’ mama ya won’t let me play in the tree too!” The small blonde shouted at the two boys perched along the branches. “Mama said to stay clean little bit. Yer not gonna be clean if yer climbin’ a tree over mud! You’ll get all dirty and mama will whoop you fer sure!” The older boy yelled down a smirk on his lips. “I’m tellin’ anyway!” She stormed off toward the small house passing the girls sitting on the steps. “Mama they won’t let me play in the tree!” She stomped a tiny foot on the wooden planks of the floor. Her mama leaned down and gently brushed the curls away from her tiny face “Yer smaller than them. They’re just tryin’ to keep ya safe” she placed a small kiss on Misty’s forehead and placed a wrapped chocolate in her small hand “How about ya go wait for me on the couch an’ we’ll walk to church together just me an’ you” Misty nodded enthusiastically and ran to sit on the couch unwrapping the chocolate she ate it quietly and waited for her mama to walk her to church. 

 She quickly brought her thoughts back to the pile of glass she had collected on the floor. Refusing to revisit memories of her family. She scooped the glass up into the dust pan and tossed it into the trash can before moving on to the other side of the room. She straightened and cleaned anything in her path. Working against the burning pain in her thigh she straightened the nightstand and pictures on the walls swiping at the angry tears as she went along. She shouldn’t have told Delia about the others. They had always trusted her and she had in a sense betrayed them. But…Cordelia was her everything. She Put away the last of the mess that had fallen from the dresser and moved the medication back to the cleaned space on the nightstand she returned Delia’s glasses to the drawer and slowly lifted Delia’s journal.She flipped through the pages her fingers lingering along the print. She could feel the sorrow, pain, and anger radiating from the ink. Her heart broke for the supreme. She tucked the journal away with Delia’s glasses and reattached the lamp shade. 

Satisfied with the state of the room minus the windows Misty fell back onto the bed her arm covering her eyes as she over analyzed the situation again in hopes of making herself feel less guilty. It seemed like everything she had done recently had came paired with a heaping pile of guilt as the consequence. She sighed softly and shifted again. The lack of warmth and grounding making her even more irritable. She pulled the blanket over her head and inhaled deeply catching the scent of Cordelia’s perfume in the woven fiber. She closed her eyes and forced her thoughts back to the swamp. The memory of the sounds and smells that she missed so dearly flooded her senses and drew a long ragged sigh from her chest. She could almost feel the sunshine on her face and the earth beneath her feet. She wasn’t sure when she started humming but she did and the soft vibration of her chest was enough almost enough to lull her to sleep. She felt her muscles relax against the soft yielding mattress and her breathing evened out for the first time in long time she was settled and comfortable. A loud squawk broke her from her revere. Causing her to jump and shift again. Reaching out for the supreme only to be met with cold sheets and empty space. “Ugh” she groaned forcing her eyes to stay open she pushes herself up from the bed and made her way toward the bathroom dropping her clothes along the way. She stretched and moaned and Without closing the door she turned on the tap and stepped into the bathtub gently lowering herself down she laid back against the cool porcelain as the warm water crept up her legs and engulfed her body.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

After much insisting, Cordelia had shaken herself free from Myrtle’s concerned fretting. She had managed to encourage the woman to help her more so by checking on Misty upstairs than fluttering around the Supreme offering comments on her poor complexion. She had left the others to their own discussions, no longer wishing to hear whatever else they had to say. She had heard enough, was hearing enough echoes in her own head as she shuffled to the back door. She thought about retreating back upstairs, or even transmuting up there but both options required so much energy. And she wasn’t sure whether she was ready to face Misty again, the look of fear in her eyes. 

She shuffled into the familiar low light of the greenhouse, pulling the door to a close behind her, twisting the lock with a half-hearted flick of the wrist. Not that anyone would come in. She had no need to turn on the lights, she could have been blind yet again and known her way around this place. The room already bore the steady growing signs of neglect. Cordelia’s fingers brushed the tip of a drying petal as she passed it to sit down on the stool at the desk. The logical part of Cordelia’s mind told her of course Misty didn’t believe what the others had said, or at least she believed in Cordelia enough to ignore it. But she couldn’t help the other voices that said what if that logic was wrong. What if somewhere, somehow, deep down inside she did agree with them and just didn’t say anything because she was afraid to hurt Cordelia… The Supreme wouldn’t even have been able to blame her, with all she had put the swamp witch through, with everything they had gone through because of her mistakes…Misty had more reason to distrust her, to doubt her, to hate her than any of the others did… She had been held against her will, had been through hell literally more times than anyone should have and the baby…Misty had-was going to-she… 

In the privacy of the dark locked greenhouse, after downing the dregs of an old pain-relief potion from the cabinet, Cordelia’s head finally fell into her hands, leaning on the table as the choked lump in her throat became a simpering sound, that soon shuddered into a sob she could no longer contain. An age old kind of pain tearing through where she had buried it long ago, so thoroughly that no potion could abate. What if they were right? What if it wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t enough? She couldn’t protect them, she couldn’t protect Misty from hell or from harm, and how could she think to protect a baby? Not so long ago, she had been so foolish to think it had been all she had ever wanted out of life. But how had it come to this to show her how it would be, how it would have been, had the world not already been cruel enough? She could hear that venomous tone practically screaming in her skull at her hopelessness. Of course she wouldn’t have been Fiona. She would have been worse. Because Fiona would hurt and maim and kill within a moment’s notice but Cordelia’s resistance to do just that had led only to suffering that should never have had a chance to happen. And not just to herself but the ones she loved. The intensity of the distraught sobs twisting her chest hurt more than any wound that wouldn’t heal. The memories burning her eyelids a hidden poison she had no antidote for, not potions, not supremacy, not even time itself.   

[fancynecromancer]

Misty sank below the water releasing the air in her lungs in a string of bubbles that broke the surface of the water and blurred her vision causing the lights to splinter and blur together. She stayed until her lungs burned forcing out the last of the air as she let herself float back to the surface. Gasping for air she resisted the urge to sit up only giving herself time to catch her breath before submerging herself again and repeating the process. Only as the water started to chill her skin causing goose bumps to raise over the surface did she wonder where Delia was. She had been gone a long time judging by the soft orange glow that had been replaced with the cool light of the moon casting fresh shadows and making Misty wish she had turned on a light. She pushed her toe against the plug and toyed with the chain. She closed her eyes again and let her head rest just below the surface of the water. Her mind floating back to the swamp. The water swirled with bubbles as the swamp witch leaned her hair back into the water. The soft smell of soap mixing with the fresh water as she cleaned the dirt and debris from the long blonde strands. The warmth of the sun still made her freshly healed skin tingle but the cool water soothed the memory of the charred flesh. She floated across the surface of the water on her back. Her hands slightly grazing the top of the water as she pushed herself toward the shaded bank. She slowly stood on shaky legs and wrapped herself in a shawl. Her wet hair hanging around her face and shoulders as she made her way back to the shack. The water dancing in droplets down her legs and mingling with the dirt of the ground at her heels. Creating tiny mud puddles. She opened her eyes again adjusting to the pale light and watching the water swirl around her. She let her hand trail along her thigh the fresh skin tingling in the cool water. She sighed heavily and reached for the soap Her fingers drifted lazily along its smooth surface. Her thoughts drifted back to Cordelia. The guilt in the pit of her stomach had taken on a life of its own. As heavy as she felt she was surprised she could stay afloat. She let herself fall just beneath the surface her hand still wrapped around the soap and her toes tangled with the drain plug chain. Her other arm floated listfully above her head among her scattered hair. Bruises and scars standing out against her pale fridgid skin in a sea of goose bumps. She let the calm wash over her again closing her eyes and allowing herself to float freely she dropped the soap to the tile.

[pghtipwo]

The Mother, the Daughter and the Holy Spirit.

[desultory-suggestions]

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty nodded softly at Kyle. Noting how softly he had closed the door she smiled weakly at the small courtesy. She glanced at the tray of food before focusing her attention back to Cordelia. Food was something Misty had always gone after, insisted upon, and enjoyed. But somehow it had all but lost its appeal. Staring back at her from the silver tray. Her stomach flopped and groaned. How long had it been since they had actually had food? Nausea swept over her as the smell made its way across the bed. She swallowed hard against the rising bile. Closing her eyes and burying her nose in Cordelia’s hair to avoid the smell of the food. She sighed softly and relished in the contact. “Ya need to eat” she cleared her throat but made no move to dislodge the supreme from her arms. “Yer healing.” She ran her hands along Delia’s back her fingers trailing softly along her ribs that seemed a lot more prominent than Misty had remembered. She looked down at the frail form resting against her. The dark circles under her eyes, the healing wounds, the lack of rest painted her features and broke Misty’s heart. “Come on darlin’” she reluctantly pulled one of her arms back to encourage Cordelia to move towards the tray while keeping her steady with the other. The thought of the doctor still being in the house unnerved her to the core. Making her finger tips tingle with the need for magical defense. Her heart fluttered as she allowed herself to seek them out. To search the house for their location. Needing the assurance that they weren’t near, weren’t coming for them, at least not right then. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and stood on end. Their energy bumping into her own. Even seeking them out the feeling still startled her slightly causing her to jump. “We’re okay” she offered softly with a sheepish grin. “They’re downstairs taintin’ the greenhouse” Misty shook her head softly. “We’ll need some sage an’ a lot of wine to clear that energy out” she reached out to gently tuck Cordelia’s hair behind her ear. “Yer so beautiful” she offered a weak smile as she gently brought her lips to meet Cordelia’s. The contact made her heart flutter in the best way possible. The reassurance in the action. She brought her forehead to rest against Delia’s. “When all this is over and sorted out imma marry you. Then imma smudge this house about 10 times and we’re gonna spend a week somewhere with no phones and no people” she smiled and pressed her lips to Cordelia’s forehead closing her eyes and taking in all that she could hold. Committing every sensation to memory before turning slightly and passing Delia a fork. “This don’t look half bad” she tried to muster the enthusiasm she would have normally shown but it seemed to fall flat as she couldn’t quite bring her own fork to make contact with the plate or it’s contents. Glancing back at Cordelia she picked up a glass and took a sip of water nearly choking as the foreign liquid made its way down her throat. She quickly took a long drink and settled the glass back onto the tray. Making a mental note that maybe she needed to keep up the water consumption. Her hand absently drifted to her stomach. The thought crossing her mind that being dehydrated couldn’t be good for the baby. The baby. Her stomach dropped again and her gaze followed. She couldn’t allow herself to wallow for long because as if on queue the doctor came barging into the room. “Glad we weren’t naked or anything” Misty sighed softly taking one last drink of water and offering her hand back to Cordelia. “So glad to see ya again so soon. Right in the middle of the meal ya suggested we have” Misty immediately took a defensive position next to the supreme ready to defend the other with her life if need be.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

Cordelia moved reluctantly at Misty’s insistence, having relished the feather-light touches at her back, but eventually shifting so less of her weight leaned upon the swamp witch. She kept one hand upon Misty’s arm regardless, even more disinclined to break that particular contact between them. Her own fingers delicately traced lines along Misty’s skin, feeling the evidence of their excursions there. The familiar strength she loved still lingered there, the taut muscle under her touch still firm but the skin still felt thinner, sallow, a paler shade than it used to be. Each small sign, no matter how minuscule, seemed magnified to Cordelia’s own eyes no matter how tired or weak her sight. She had Misty memorised, body and soul, and every deviation, good or bad, was noticed. Her eyes drifted ever so carefully to the swamp witch’s stomach then, any sign of the slightest curve. So how had she not noticed that before…? Even blinded, each time, she had always been able to place Misty’s aura before almost anyone else’s. She barely needed mapping ungainly with her hands; her presence was always so vivid for the Supreme, even in the darkness. And yet… 

Her own magic, still fumbling though it was, could sense the presence of Misty’s searching outwards and it took some mild restraint to keep from curling around it for herself and disrupting the flow, instead letting it sweep past without disturbance. Her brow furrowed at the thought of them wandering freely in one of her most sacred spaces, possibly even poking and prodding at all her precious plants, potion ingredients and particularly voluminous texts that were all kept there. She could only imagine how much time it would take to make that place feel like their own private place again… Was nowhere, was nothing, sacred anymore? She was distracted from her thoughts by Misty’s touch, as always, and before she could deny her comment, Misty’s lips had found her own and stolen any retort in her breath. She broke away, staring deep into those blue eyes, her own hand squeezing lightly in response. That day seemed so many miles away from them in this moment, but it couldn’t come fast enough. A wry smile caught the edge of Cordelia’s lips as she murmured, “because that went so well last time,” she half joked before leaning into the forehead kiss and adding “but I would love nothing more.” Except you, perhaps, she added silently, deciding against airing the cheesy words aloud this time around, finally bringing herself to take the proffered fork in hand. 

She picked at a bite or two on the plate, frowning briefly at how it felt forced down her dry throat but nevertheless grateful for something to line her empty stomach. Misty’s own unusual reluctance had the Supreme concerned but before she could bring herself to pry, she spotted the hand at Misty’s abdomen and any previous thoughts fell away. She propped her own fork back down on the plate, suddenly unable to stomach any more. As she was about to reach for Misty’s hand, the door drew open once more. She took Misty’s hand then after all, squeezing it lightly, brushing a thumb across her knuckles, back and forth, feeling the tension in Misty’s shoulders, reflecting her own.

“Now, now, ladies. I am here for the benefit of all parties here, not simply to antagonise the pair of you as you seem to believe. Whilst I commend you for taking my advice for a change, I do however have a schedule to maintain.” The doctor, emptying out what they needed for their blood samples, glanced at the other empty sample pots still placed on the dresser. “Apparently neither of you do,” they said somewhat sarcastically. They brought their small box of implements to the side of the bed. “I suggest you deal with that while I deal with this,” they said, tying a tourniquet around Misty’s arm. Ignoring the doctor;s request, Cordelia stayed by Misty’s side, squeezing her other hand gently to let her know she was right there while the doctor fussed with the needle and drew some blood. The doctor gave an evident huff at the Supreme’s inaction, checking the vial was filled enough before removing the needle and replacing it with a wad of cotton, pressing down with their gloved hand. Satisfied that part was over at least, reluctantly Cordelia squeezed Misty’s hand again before nodding to the bathroom, trying to assuage that she didn’t want to let go but the sooner they had everything they needed, the sooner they would leave them alone. She slipped from the bed, only a little unsteady on her feet as she navigated past the broken debris in the room. She only pulled the door to, unable to feel comfortable closing it all the way and risk closing off Misty alone with the doctor in the bedroom. Having sorted that requested sample, she reached the door, pulling it back open to find the doctor already at the doorway waiting to take it from her. They mumbled something, as they took the pot in hand and Cordelia shook her head slightly in response before they made their way back to the edge of the bed. “Your turn,” the doctor stated bluntly, pressing the other empty pot they had taken from the dresser into Misty’s hands and gesturing vaguely, before turning to tie the strip around Cordelia’s arm this time. 

[fancynecromancer]

Misty mumbled under her breathe as she took the tiny cup and made her way into the bathroom. Rubbing her inner elbow where the tape and gauze bore witness to her previous violation. “Bastard” she mumbled again filling the tiny cup and leaving it on the counter. She washed her hands and made her way back to the bed. Wrapping her arms around the supreme as she slid behind her. Her face quickly finding the soft space between Delia’s neck and shoulder. “Ya okay?” She whispered softly next to Delia’s ear. Her hand slowly covering the matching tape and gauze that decorated Delia’s arm. “That Doctor is a Dick head” she smiled softly against Delia’s neck. Pulling her closer she nuzzled softly and for a brief moment she forgot where they were and why they were there. She let go of all the fear and worry. She let out the tension and let her body melt against Cordelia’s. Time and space seemed to yield to the pair only interrupted by the doctor sticking the cold stethoscope under her shirt and pressing against her ribs. “Ah. Fabulous. Here I thought you’d gone on. Don’t I hear your mama callin’ ain’t you got somewhere to be?” She offered snidely as they pressed around her back with the slowly warming disc. She pressed herself flush against Delia’s back trying her best to avoid their hands while maintaining a stoic expression. “I’m thinking’ we ought to see a real doctor.” She mumbled softly keeping her face buried in Delia’s hair. Her thoughts drifting back to the kind doctor they had seen before and their willingness to help Cordelia in any way possible. Which seemed to be a stark contrast to the ‘doctor’ they were working with now who seemed to treat them as nothing more than experiments to be observed. Her comment was clearly overheard and rewarded with a sharp jab to the ribs “But I am a real doctor” they smiled broadly “And I can assure you I have nothing but your best interest at heart” the tone of their voice made Misty cringe with fear and seethe with anger all at once. She had a sinking feeling that her best interests wasn’t so much her and Cordelia as it was the baby. She brought her hand to her stomach to rest between Delia’s body and her own. She wasn’t sure what it was about that baby that had them so intrigued but it made her skin crawl. She watched their every move as they poked and prodded at the supreme checking over her healing wounds and fresh ones. “Your heartbeat is amazingly strong for someone who died so recently” they smiled broadly. “Amazing” they muttered again as their fingers traced along the scars on Delia’s wrist. They took a step back seemingly satisfied with what they had found “I’ll see you ladies in a bit. Do try to get some rest. Hm” Misty watched them carefully loading the specimens into that weird looking bag they seemed to always carry. She wanted to ask if they would be going back to their lab in hopes they’d be leaving the house and leaving them to some peace such as peace had become for the two of them. But she didn’t. She just watched and waited. Sighing and visibly relaxing when they finally closed the door behind them. Misty shifted slightly “Are ya okay?” She softly ran her fingers through Cordelia’s hair and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her fingers tracing the same scars the doctor had previously touched. “Does it still hurt?” She asked softly trying to channel her own magic into the marred flesh. “I’m sorry” she whispered softly. Tears rimming her eyes. “I shoulda been able to keep ya safe.” She sighed softly. Her fingers lingering along Delia’s skin. The soft warmth radiating between the two giving her the strength she so desperately needed.

[thebaddestwitch]

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty nodded softly at Kyle. Noting how softly he had closed the door she smiled weakly at the small courtesy. She glanced at the tray of food before focusing her attention back to Cordelia. Food was something Misty had always gone after, insisted upon, and enjoyed. But somehow it had all but lost its appeal. Staring back at her from the silver tray. Her stomach flopped and groaned. How long had it been since they had actually had food? Nausea swept over her as the smell made its way across the bed. She swallowed hard against the rising bile. Closing her eyes and burying her nose in Cordelia’s hair to avoid the smell of the food. She sighed softly and relished in the contact. “Ya need to eat” she cleared her throat but made no move to dislodge the supreme from her arms. “Yer healing.” She ran her hands along Delia’s back her fingers trailing softly along her ribs that seemed a lot more prominent than Misty had remembered. She looked down at the frail form resting against her. The dark circles under her eyes, the healing wounds, the lack of rest painted her features and broke Misty’s heart. “Come on darlin’” she reluctantly pulled one of her arms back to encourage Cordelia to move towards the tray while keeping her steady with the other. The thought of the doctor still being in the house unnerved her to the core. Making her finger tips tingle with the need for magical defense. Her heart fluttered as she allowed herself to seek them out. To search the house for their location. Needing the assurance that they weren’t near, weren’t coming for them, at least not right then. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and stood on end. Their energy bumping into her own. Even seeking them out the feeling still startled her slightly causing her to jump. “We’re okay” she offered softly with a sheepish grin. “They’re downstairs taintin’ the greenhouse” Misty shook her head softly. “We’ll need some sage an’ a lot of wine to clear that energy out” she reached out to gently tuck Cordelia’s hair behind her ear. “Yer so beautiful” she offered a weak smile as she gently brought her lips to meet Cordelia’s. The contact made her heart flutter in the best way possible. The reassurance in the action. She brought her forehead to rest against Delia’s. “When all this is over and sorted out imma marry you. Then imma smudge this house about 10 times and we’re gonna spend a week somewhere with no phones and no people” she smiled and pressed her lips to Cordelia’s forehead closing her eyes and taking in all that she could hold. Committing every sensation to memory before turning slightly and passing Delia a fork. “This don’t look half bad” she tried to muster the enthusiasm she would have normally shown but it seemed to fall flat as she couldn’t quite bring her own fork to make contact with the plate or it’s contents. Glancing back at Cordelia she picked up a glass and took a sip of water nearly choking as the foreign liquid made its way down her throat. She quickly took a long drink and settled the glass back onto the tray. Making a mental note that maybe she needed to keep up the water consumption. Her hand absently drifted to her stomach. The thought crossing her mind that being dehydrated couldn’t be good for the baby. The baby. Her stomach dropped again and her gaze followed. She couldn’t allow herself to wallow for long because as if on queue the doctor came barging into the room. “Glad we weren’t naked or anything” Misty sighed softly taking one last drink of water and offering her hand back to Cordelia. “So glad to see ya again so soon. Right in the middle of the meal ya suggested we have” Misty immediately took a defensive position next to the supreme ready to defend the other with her life if need be.

[horrorishorrible-deactivated201]

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty shifted uncomfortably as they moved closer “I-I’d rather not…” she moved impossibly close to the supreme keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her face buried against Cordelia’s neck. Their cold latex hands mashed along her neck feeling for her pulse. She tried not to flinch as they pressed their fingers deeper into her flesh. “Ah there it is! Still alive.” She could hear the smile creeping along their face making Misty’s stomach churn without even having to turn to look at it. “Yup still in here.” Unfortunately. She sighed heavily. “Are you having any nausea? Problems?” They pressed along her abdomen. “I’m fine” she shifted again in an effort to get away from their hands. Any relief she had found was short lived as their fingers pressed along the flesh of her thigh “Ahhh STOP!” She jerked away violently as they pressed the tender flesh bringing a fresh round of tears to her eyes as she hissed at the pain that radiated along her entire leg. “Don’t touch it. Please” she sobbed and pushed their hand away as she tried to retreat. “It hurts” she mumbled softly curling against Cordelia’s side. “I’d say so. But I need to see what your supreme has done” the inflection of the word supreme made Misty’s eye twitch. They pulled at the fabric of her pants causing her to kick in their direction “Get off me!” She tumbled from the bed and scrambled to her feet backing away quickly. “D-Don’t touch me” she muttered softly her fingers pressing against the cool wood of the closet door. “I-I’m-“ she tried to breathe past the lump in her throat and the weight that had settled in her chest. She leaned her head back to rest against the wall. Closing her eyes she tried to focus. “D-De-Delia” she forced herself to look in their direction. Her eyes landing on the supreme. Her eyes locking with the amber eyes of the supreme. Causing a steady calm to wash over her. Nodding softly she moved her fingers from the wall. Letting her arms fall limp at her sides. Nodding softly she pulled the fabric away from her thigh. Freshly healed flesh standing out slightly pinker than the pale skin around it. “I-It feels like sunburn and the worst pulled muscle I ever had. But it ain’t nothing like it was before she fixed it.” Her fingers traced along the fresh skin. “I thought I was dyin’ it was like my entire body was on fire. An’ I been on fire so I ain’t exaggerating” she let the soft fabric fall back down to cover her leg. “It’s okay” she nodded in their direction “Please, don’t touch me.” Her voice was firm and direct despite the shaking muscles and quivering chin. Misty motioned toward the supreme. “She fixed it. I’m fine” The swamp witch smiled weakly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest and allowing her head to rest on her knees and her hair to cover her face.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

Cordelia’s hand squeezed Misty’s tighter, letting her know she was there, keeping her love as close as she could without obstructing the doctor - despite how much she would rather keep them as far away from Misty as possible. She knew the more she intervened or interrupted, the longer it would take and the more uncomfortable it could become for them all so she held herself back as best she could, letting the doctor begrudgingly continue. At least until they reached for her leg and made Misty yelp. The Supreme curled herself instinctively around the taller witch, her hand habitually rising to cast them backwards and flinching when little happened beyond the doctor taking a step back - and there was no telling whether that could have been her or them in control - before the doctor tried again. When they pulled at the fabric however, Cordelia saw red. As Misty tumbled away from them both, Cordelia’s hand lashed out around the doctors wrist, clamping down around the bone with any and all strength she had left, jerking them back from any movement towards the trembling swamp witch across from them. The Supreme’s chest heaved, her eyes glazed with a sheen of dark shadows, the only outward signs of near silent fury as her chipped nails dug into the exposed line of the doctor’s flesh between their sleeve and thin blue gloves. No magic was needed to sense that sort of anger at the audacity of trying to touch her love like that explicitly when she had begged them not to. 

She held the doctor back by the bed, whilst her eyes left them and found Misty instead, found those startled shining sea-blue eyes and tried to calm them both. She wished she had the energy to do it with magic, to draw Misty’s own up into that soft wave of soothing calm as she had always done before, letting the two of them wrap around each other even if the two witches themselves weren’t touching but for now- for now she had to rely on their purely physical presence and hope it was enough, just hope that Misty could read and see and feel that same enduring love and affection in her own dark eyes until she could reach the woman again. She had to settle, all but stuck as she was on the bed, for offering the gentlest of nods, of encouragement and assurance, letting her know at least visibly that whatever she chose to do next Cordelia would be okay with. She watched Misty relax slightly, her posture visibly soften as she revealed the damage. Cordelia released the quivering breath she had been holding without realising, upon seeing the improvement along with hearing Misty’s words. She longed to go to Misty then and there, to take her in her arms again and whisper such sweet nothings, the sight of her curling up there on the floor so close and yet so far away pulling at strings in her aching chest. Her tense grip on the doctors wrist had eased, loosened ever so slightly and the doctor took that as their cue to pull it away. Any other time, Cordelia might have almost smirked at the split second the doctor spent rubbing their wrist, but she couldn’t bring herself to find any comfort in that when Misty was curled up there… 

“Well, I’m not so inclined to believe ‘fixed’ is the correct term but it seems even I can’t deny evidence of some improvement at least. You understand I will have to take another look-” Cordelia shot the doctor another warning glare before they raised a gloved hand. “and continue to monitor for any further changes. For the sake of the baby,” they stressed back, though it seemed more like a sneer than genuine sincerity. “But for now…” they waved a hand in the air dismissively. It seemed they knew at this point the three of them would remain at a counterproductive impasse should they even suggest anything more intrusive at this stage. “I will need a sample of your blood before I go,” they forewarned the curled figure of the swamp witch, in a tone that suggested they would not budge on that point at least. “But first..” they turned back to Cordelia who was doing her best to keep her heavy eyelids from falling to a close. Taking a penlight from their pocket, they set about checking her eyesight, causing the Supreme to hiss against the sudden bright beam. “Have you been taking the other shots like I told you?” She nodded with a grimace as they looked to the table by the bed. “How much do you have left?” they asked, taking the small box in hand: they frowned finding the broken contents. “Ah, I see.” Cordelia did not appreciate the poorly placed pun as they set the box back down. They lifted her wrist, hovering briefly over the bruises there before their fingers dug for her pulse. “What was it like?” they asked, the mask hiding any emotions on their face as they spoke. “Death, what was it like?” Cordelia swallowed hard, blinking slowly as her eyes lingered only on the crown of Misty’s head where her head was buried against her knees. “Hell,” was all the Supreme’s voice offered in a cracked whisper. The glint of bemusement in the doctors eye didn’t last long as Cordelia gave another quiet intake of breath, touching a hand to her side. They wasted no time waiting for an invitation and lifted her shirt to the dressings of the old wound, peeling them away. “You-” “It’s fine.” A beat passed as they shared a look, until they both resigned and the doctor replaced the dressings quietly with no more objections. 

They gathered their things and looked between the pair. “I must return to the lab for some things. I will be back later this evening to retrieve the blood samples from the both of you. For now, I suggest you take this time to rest, drink plenty of fluids and restore your strength until then. Especially you, mommy, it will do the little one no good for you to neglect nourishment after your ordeals,” the doctor said, their gaze lingering on Misty a few moments more before they retreated to the door and disappeared, closing it behind them. 

[fancynecromancer]

Misty flinched as the door closed. Unsure of what made her more nauseous. The word mommy and the inflection it had been said with or the promise of more poking and prodding. She kept her knees drawn to her chest. Her heart still pounding in her ears making her thoughts run together like a herd of elephants. She wanted to look up. To push herself up from the floor and run across the room. To check Cordelia over for fresh injuries sustained at the hands of the ill intended. But she curled closer to herself. The promise of their return still ringing in her ears in time with her heart beat. They’d always come back. It was her fault she supposed. She was the one that had invited them back to the house. But what was she supposed to do? Leave Cordelia blind and suffering? After all she had done for her? How could she? She had exhausted every option she could find. They had been the last choice. The last ditch effort to restore the supreme to her former glory and she didn’t regret that. No matter how much she was suffering now at her own hand not one bit of regret lingered behind it. She’d go through it all again if it meant a chance to help the supreme. She shuddered as a fresh of sob escaped her chest. The pain in her leg radiating into her hip caused her to shift uncomfortably against the wood floor. She searched for the strength to get up. Still anchored by fear and lack of will to the spot she had landed in. Uncertainty laced her bones like a vine climbing a garden wall she sobbed again as she ran a hand through her rouge curls. Lifting her head slightly she glanced toward the bathroom. Wondering if the effort of a shower would be worth it. Her gaze naturally drifted toward the supreme “I-I ran. I didn’t protect ya again. I shoulda stayed I shoulda kept my place at your side and protected ya” she shook her head allowing the curls to curtain her face. Shame washing over her features. “I-I don’t belong here” she mumbled softly her arms pulling her knees closer to her chest. “I can’t do anythin’ anymore. I can’t keep ya safe, I can’t heal her wounds, I can’t do anythin’ I need to.” The realization washed over her like ice water causing her to shiver and retreat closer to the wall. “What’s wrong with me? Why am I so..broken now?” She turned her watery gaze back to the supreme “I ain’t sure what to do anymore” she shrugged softly. The knock at the door causing her to jump. Pushing herself backward as the door swung open to reveal Myrtle and the Doctor again. “I forgot” They placed two clear cups on the dresser. “Urine sample. Both of you” Misty scoffed finding her footing in anger “Ya want anything else? Ya sure as a lot for someone who shouldn’t be askin’ for nothing at all” she growled pushing herself up from the floor and stalking in their direction she spoke through her teeth “Out. Now” she ushered them out the door slamming in herself and flipping the lock before turning back to Cordelia the uncertainty replacing the fear on her face. “Are ya okay?” She let the anger push her toward the bed. The need to embrace and protect the supreme finally taking its place among the fear and doubt. She brought her hand to gently cup Cordelia’s cheek. “It won’t happen again. I won’t stand by and watch them or anyone else lay a finger on ya. I promise” she nodded firmly still shaking from fear and rage but firm in her resolve that she wouldn’t falter again.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

To say Cordelia felt relieved when the doctor finally left the room was an understatement. Her shoulders dropped and the posture in her spine crumbled as the tension keeping her upright in their presence ebbed away. Sat in the middle of the vast bed with nothing to lean on for support, she looked little more than a small sinking island set in the centre of a vast sea of white sheets. Using one precarious hand to keep herself steady, she used the other to rub vigorously at her tired eyes, trying to clear away the sting that prickled behind them. Her fingers came away unexpectedly damp and she realised at some point, looking out over at Misty’s crumpled form, her gaze having never left the swamp witch once since she had left the bed so abruptly, silent tears had steadily begun to drip down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg the witch to come back to her side, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her love in her arms and swear it was all wrong; she had healed her, she had kept her safe, she had called her back from beyond the brink of death as no-one else could have… But Misty’s own broken tone that cut across her, made her own voice crack and wither in her parched throat. “Misty…” her hoarse whisper was lost in the doctor’s reappearance and Cordelia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh at yet another interruption. 

Her gaze finally broke away to survey the state of the room. She could feel Misty’s anger a few feet away, but couldn’t bring herself to reflect it. The slam of the door didn’t even make her flinch as she leaned over to the drawer by the bed that had been spilled open. She would have to pick everything up again at some point…Including that-…She was glad to hear the click of the lock falling into place on the door. She had had enough. Of everything. Of everyone. Everyone that wasn’t the one other person in the room with her right then. “Be-Be careful…” Cordelia said softly, finally noticing the glint of broken glass and other broken things scattered in the room as Misty stepped closer. Had she really done all of that? She didn’t remember… She didn’t remember much beyond kneeling beside Misty in the bed until that vivid vision of…Either way it felt a little ridiculous to have said it once she realised that Misty would have already seen it all and would clearly have the common sense to avoid stepping on anything because the dear girl wasn’t stupid or half blind like some people had been. Cordelia shook her head a little, “I’m sorry, you didn’t need me to-…” Misty’s cool palm touched her cheek then, and Cordelia found herself nuzzling into the tender touch, leaving a splash of warm tears trailing along the back of Misty’s palm as she touched a hand to her wrist. “…I’m sorry,” she repeated softly. And they both knew it was for more than just pointing out the obvious. It was for so many things, all the things that clogged up Cordelia’s throat, an impossible list so long she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to choke her way around it. 

She tugged weakly on Misty’s wrist, urging her back onto the bed by her side. Wrapping her weaker arm around the swamp witch’s waist to keep herself steady, she trailed her other hand from Misty’s wrist to her cheek, her thumb delicately brushing the dry skin of her lip as her fingers urged Misty to hold her gaze. “You do belong here, Misty. You belong right here, with me, just like you always did.” She sucked in a heavy breath, closing her eyes for a second, her hand dropping from Misty’s cheek and twitching against the sheets as she used the last vestiges of magic to retrieve the box she had spied spilled out from the broken bottom drawer on the floor. Her fingers fumbled with it among the covers as she dragged her heavy eyes open again to return her shining gaze to Misty’s. 

“And it doesn’t matter, you know,” Cordelia said softly, her lower lip quivering slightly as she spoke, “It doesn’t matter how many times the world tried to tell us we’re broken because all the best parts of me are made up of all of our broken pieces put back together. I wouldn’t be who I am without you, Misty, I wouldn’t be here without you. So don’t ever think you can’t do anything, don’t ever feel like you have to prove or promise me anything, and don’t you ever, ever think you don’t belong here. Because you do. More than anyone,” a heavy sigh escaped her lips having not expected all the words to tumble out as they had done in a rasping rush. Her head fell to Misty’s shoulder, lips lightly pressing to the pale neck, leaning heavily against the swamp witch in an exhausted swoon as the rest of her energy reserve gave in. “I love you,” she mumbled against her soft skin. Her hand however never left Misty’s, weak hold still slightly curled around her fingers and the new - or rather, old - ring she had loosely settled there. 

[fancynecromancer]

Misty felt the cool metal against her palm. The ring resting between them and joining them at once. She couldn’t stifle the soft sob that tumbled past her lips at the realization of what Delia intended for the ring to mean. She gathered Delia as close as possible and softly wept against her hair. “I love ya so much. So so much” the words slurred and blurred together. Her heart had never been so full and so broken at the same time. She longed to stop time. To stay right there wrapped in an embrace with Cordelia until the universe imploded and nothing was left except the two of them and the warmth they seemed to create between them. The relief of having Delia safe in her arms. She knew better and she hated herself for it. Even in all consuming moments of love and happiness the fear lingered just at the fringe waiting to jump out and set things back to the chaos that seemed to have taken over their lives. Her eyes wandered down to their joined hands. The angry bruises on Delia’s wrist a cold reminder of a debt that was unpaid. The thought made Misty’s stomach churn. She wanted to promise so many things, to tell Delia she’d keep her safe and love her through whatever came their way. But she didn’t. She simply held her close. She focused on the way their bodies felt together and how soft Cordelia’s hair was as she pressed her lips against it over and over again. She sought to ground herself alongside their new normal. Steadfast in her love for Cordelia and her will to keep her alive. She inhaled deeply, gathering that soft smell that Cordelia always seemed to carry and locking it away for future reference. She pulled the supreme closer. Her arms winding around the smaller witches frame mindful of the damage to her side as she held her tighter. “I reckon everyone is broken” Misty mumbled softly against Delia’s hair. She wasn’t sure how long they had stayed that way. Clinging to each other like two sparrows in the eye of a hurricane. So much behind them but so much more headed their way. Enjoying the calm intermission that life had seemed to offer as a sad consolation prize to their suffering. When the door opened Misty didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t look up to see the pitying look painted along Myrtles face or Madison unwilling to let her eyes land and linger on the two witches. It was too real. Too raw. Too heartbreaking to take in so she simply huffed softly and stalked away. Myrtle broke the silence “I’d dare say that neither of you have eaten a bite in days. You’re both looking more and more like those lithe worrisome scarecrows dotting the I-75 than the powerful witches you are. I’m having Kyle bring up some lunch and I’d prefer you eat it instead of tossing it around the room” She pushed the remains of a broken glass with the toe of her shoe to accentuate her point. “The Doctor is entertaining Zoe with talk of their lab. They’ll be ready for you shortly. Cooperation is much appreciated” She leaned forward to run a velvet clad hand along Cordelia’s hair and down Misty’s arm “Little bird” she mumbled softly before quietly making her way back out the door leaving the air disturbed and the silent solace shattered.

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty shifted uncomfortably as they moved closer “I-I’d rather not…” she moved impossibly close to the supreme keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her face buried against Cordelia’s neck. Their cold latex hands mashed along her neck feeling for her pulse. She tried not to flinch as they pressed their fingers deeper into her flesh. “Ah there it is! Still alive.” She could hear the smile creeping along their face making Misty’s stomach churn without even having to turn to look at it. “Yup still in here.” Unfortunately. She sighed heavily. “Are you having any nausea? Problems?” They pressed along her abdomen. “I’m fine” she shifted again in an effort to get away from their hands. Any relief she had found was short lived as their fingers pressed along the flesh of her thigh “Ahhh STOP!” She jerked away violently as they pressed the tender flesh bringing a fresh round of tears to her eyes as she hissed at the pain that radiated along her entire leg. “Don’t touch it. Please” she sobbed and pushed their hand away as she tried to retreat. “It hurts” she mumbled softly curling against Cordelia’s side. “I’d say so. But I need to see what your supreme has done” the inflection of the word supreme made Misty’s eye twitch. They pulled at the fabric of her pants causing her to kick in their direction “Get off me!” She tumbled from the bed and scrambled to her feet backing away quickly. “D-Don’t touch me” she muttered softly her fingers pressing against the cool wood of the closet door. “I-I’m-“ she tried to breathe past the lump in her throat and the weight that had settled in her chest. She leaned her head back to rest against the wall. Closing her eyes she tried to focus. “D-De-Delia” she forced herself to look in their direction. Her eyes landing on the supreme. Her eyes locking with the amber eyes of the supreme. Causing a steady calm to wash over her. Nodding softly she moved her fingers from the wall. Letting her arms fall limp at her sides. Nodding softly she pulled the fabric away from her thigh. Freshly healed flesh standing out slightly pinker than the pale skin around it. “I-It feels like sunburn and the worst pulled muscle I ever had. But it ain’t nothing like it was before she fixed it.” Her fingers traced along the fresh skin. “I thought I was dyin’ it was like my entire body was on fire. An’ I been on fire so I ain’t exaggerating” she let the soft fabric fall back down to cover her leg. “It’s okay” she nodded in their direction “Please, don’t touch me.” Her voice was firm and direct despite the shaking muscles and quivering chin. Misty motioned toward the supreme. “She fixed it. I’m fine” The swamp witch smiled weakly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest and allowing her head to rest on her knees and her hair to cover her face.

[what-a-goode-witch-you-are]

Cordelia’s hand squeezed Misty’s tighter, letting her know she was there, keeping her love as close as she could without obstructing the doctor - despite how much she would rather keep them as far away from Misty as possible. She knew the more she intervened or interrupted, the longer it would take and the more uncomfortable it could become for them all so she held herself back as best she could, letting the doctor begrudgingly continue. At least until they reached for her leg and made Misty yelp. The Supreme curled herself instinctively around the taller witch, her hand habitually rising to cast them backwards and flinching when little happened beyond the doctor taking a step back - and there was no telling whether that could have been her or them in control - before the doctor tried again. When they pulled at the fabric however, Cordelia saw red. As Misty tumbled away from them both, Cordelia’s hand lashed out around the doctors wrist, clamping down around the bone with any and all strength she had left, jerking them back from any movement towards the trembling swamp witch across from them. The Supreme’s chest heaved, her eyes glazed with a sheen of dark shadows, the only outward signs of near silent fury as her chipped nails dug into the exposed line of the doctor’s flesh between their sleeve and thin blue gloves. No magic was needed to sense that sort of anger at the audacity of trying to touch her love like that explicitly when she had begged them not to. 

She held the doctor back by the bed, whilst her eyes left them and found Misty instead, found those startled shining sea-blue eyes and tried to calm them both. She wished she had the energy to do it with magic, to draw Misty’s own up into that soft wave of soothing calm as she had always done before, letting the two of them wrap around each other even if the two witches themselves weren’t touching but for now- for now she had to rely on their purely physical presence and hope it was enough, just hope that Misty could read and see and feel that same enduring love and affection in her own dark eyes until she could reach the woman again. She had to settle, all but stuck as she was on the bed, for offering the gentlest of nods, of encouragement and assurance, letting her know at least visibly that whatever she chose to do next Cordelia would be okay with. She watched Misty relax slightly, her posture visibly soften as she revealed the damage. Cordelia released the quivering breath she had been holding without realising, upon seeing the improvement along with hearing Misty’s words. She longed to go to Misty then and there, to take her in her arms again and whisper such sweet nothings, the sight of her curling up there on the floor so close and yet so far away pulling at strings in her aching chest. Her tense grip on the doctors wrist had eased, loosened ever so slightly and the doctor took that as their cue to pull it away. Any other time, Cordelia might have almost smirked at the split second the doctor spent rubbing their wrist, but she couldn’t bring herself to find any comfort in that when Misty was curled up there… 

“Well, I’m not so inclined to believe ‘fixed’ is the correct term but it seems even I can’t deny evidence of some improvement at least. You understand I will have to take another look-” Cordelia shot the doctor another warning glare before they raised a gloved hand. “and continue to monitor for any further changes. For the sake of the baby,” they stressed back, though it seemed more like a sneer than genuine sincerity. “But for now…” they waved a hand in the air dismissively. It seemed they knew at this point the three of them would remain at a counterproductive impasse should they even suggest anything more intrusive at this stage. “I will need a sample of your blood before I go,” they forewarned the curled figure of the swamp witch, in a tone that suggested they would not budge on that point at least. “But first..” they turned back to Cordelia who was doing her best to keep her heavy eyelids from falling to a close. Taking a penlight from their pocket, they set about checking her eyesight, causing the Supreme to hiss against the sudden bright beam. “Have you been taking the other shots like I told you?” She nodded with a grimace as they looked to the table by the bed. “How much do you have left?” they asked, taking the small box in hand: they frowned finding the broken contents. “Ah, I see.” Cordelia did not appreciate the poorly placed pun as they set the box back down. They lifted her wrist, hovering briefly over the bruises there before their fingers dug for her pulse. “What was it like?” they asked, the mask hiding any emotions on their face as they spoke. “Death, what was it like?” Cordelia swallowed hard, blinking slowly as her eyes lingered only on the crown of Misty’s head where her head was buried against her knees. “Hell,” was all the Supreme’s voice offered in a cracked whisper. The glint of bemusement in the doctors eye didn’t last long as Cordelia gave another quiet intake of breath, touching a hand to her side. They wasted no time waiting for an invitation and lifted her shirt to the dressings of the old wound, peeling them away. “You-” “It’s fine.” A beat passed as they shared a look, until they both resigned and the doctor replaced the dressings quietly with no more objections. 

They gathered their things and looked between the pair. “I must return to the lab for some things. I will be back later this evening to retrieve the blood samples from the both of you. For now, I suggest you take this time to rest, drink plenty of fluids and restore your strength until then. Especially you, mommy, it will do the little one no good for you to neglect nourishment after your ordeals,” the doctor said, their gaze lingering on Misty a few moments more before they retreated to the door and disappeared, closing it behind them. 

[fancynecromancer]

Misty flinched as the door closed. Unsure of what made her more nauseous. The word mommy and the inflection it had been said with or the promise of more poking and prodding. She kept her knees drawn to her chest. Her heart still pounding in her ears making her thoughts run together like a herd of elephants. She wanted to look up. To push herself up from the floor and run across the room. To check Cordelia over for fresh injuries sustained at the hands of the ill intended. But she curled closer to herself. The promise of their return still ringing in her ears in time with her heart beat. They’d always come back. It was her fault she supposed. She was the one that had invited them back to the house. But what was she supposed to do? Leave Cordelia blind and suffering? After all she had done for her? How could she? She had exhausted every option she could find. They had been the last choice. The last ditch effort to restore the supreme to her former glory and she didn’t regret that. No matter how much she was suffering now at her own hand not one bit of regret lingered behind it. She’d go through it all again if it meant a chance to help the supreme. She shuddered as a fresh of sob escaped her chest. The pain in her leg radiating into her hip caused her to shift uncomfortably against the wood floor. She searched for the strength to get up. Still anchored by fear and lack of will to the spot she had landed in. Uncertainty laced her bones like a vine climbing a garden wall she sobbed again as she ran a hand through her rouge curls. Lifting her head slightly she glanced toward the bathroom. Wondering if the effort of a shower would be worth it. Her gaze naturally drifted toward the supreme “I-I ran. I didn’t protect ya again. I shoulda stayed I shoulda kept my place at your side and protected ya” she shook her head allowing the curls to curtain her face. Shame washing over her features. “I-I don’t belong here” she mumbled softly her arms pulling her knees closer to her chest. “I can’t do anythin’ anymore. I can’t keep ya safe, I can’t heal her wounds, I can’t do anythin’ I need to.” The realization washed over her like ice water causing her to shiver and retreat closer to the wall. “What’s wrong with me? Why am I so..broken now?” She turned her watery gaze back to the supreme “I ain’t sure what to do anymore” she shrugged softly. The knock at the door causing her to jump. Pushing herself backward as the door swung open to reveal Myrtle and the Doctor again. “I forgot” They placed two clear cups on the dresser. “Urine sample. Both of you” Misty scoffed finding her footing in anger “Ya want anything else? Ya sure as a lot for someone who shouldn’t be askin’ for nothing at all” she growled pushing herself up from the floor and stalking in their direction she spoke through her teeth “Out. Now” she ushered them out the door slamming in herself and flipping the lock before turning back to Cordelia the uncertainty replacing the fear on her face. “Are ya okay?” She let the anger push her toward the bed. The need to embrace and protect the supreme finally taking its place among the fear and doubt. She brought her hand to gently cup Cordelia’s cheek. “It won’t happen again. I won’t stand by and watch them or anyone else lay a finger on ya. I promise” she nodded firmly still shaking from fear and rage but firm in her resolve that she wouldn’t falter again.

[desultory-suggestions]

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty shifted uncomfortably as they moved closer “I-I’d rather not...” she moved impossibly close to the supreme keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her face buried against Cordelia’s neck. Their cold latex hands mashed along her neck feeling for her pulse. She tried not to flinch as they pressed their fingers deeper into her flesh. “Ah there it is! Still alive.” She could hear the smile creeping along their face making Misty’s stomach churn without even having to turn to look at it. “Yup still in here.” Unfortunately. She sighed heavily. “Are you having any nausea? Problems?” They pressed along her abdomen. “I’m fine” she shifted again in an effort to get away from their hands. Any relief she had found was short lived as their fingers pressed along the flesh of her thigh “Ahhh STOP!” She jerked away violently as they pressed the tender flesh bringing a fresh round of tears to her eyes as she hissed at the pain that radiated along her entire leg. “Don’t touch it. Please” she sobbed and pushed their hand away as she tried to retreat. “It hurts” she mumbled softly curling against Cordelia’s side. “I’d say so. But I need to see what your supreme has done” the inflection of the word supreme made Misty’s eye twitch. They pulled at the fabric of her pants causing her to kick in their direction “Get off me!” She tumbled from the bed and scrambled to her feet backing away quickly. “D-Don’t touch me” she muttered softly her fingers pressing against the cool wood of the closet door. “I-I’m-“ she tried to breathe past the lump in her throat and the weight that had settled in her chest. She leaned her head back to rest against the wall. Closing her eyes she tried to focus. “D-De-Delia” she forced herself to look in their direction. Her eyes landing on the supreme. Her eyes locking with the amber eyes of the supreme. Causing a steady calm to wash over her. Nodding softly she moved her fingers from the wall. Letting her arms fall limp at her sides. Nodding softly she pulled the fabric away from her thigh. Freshly healed flesh standing out slightly pinker than the pale skin around it. “I-It feels like sunburn and the worst pulled muscle I ever had. But it ain’t nothing like it was before she fixed it.” Her fingers traced along the fresh skin. “I thought I was dyin’ it was like my entire body was on fire. An’ I been on fire so I ain’t exaggerating” she let the soft fabric fall back down to cover her leg. “It’s okay” she nodded in their direction “Please, don’t touch me.” Her voice was firm and direct despite the shaking muscles and quivering chin. Misty motioned toward the supreme. “She fixed it. I’m fine” The swamp witch smiled weakly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest and allowing her head to rest on her knees and her hair to cover her face.

[itberice]

I knew you for such a short time, and I’ve missed you forever.

[dylan-obrien]

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty slowly crossed the room keeping her gaze on Cordelia but avoiding eye contact. After much internal debate she slowly sat down on the end of the bed, hands in her lap, forcing herself to keep the distance between the two of them despite her longing to pull Cordelia close. “I-uh” she cleared her throat and ran a shaking hand through her hair. Her eyes landed on the arm that Cordelia had wrapped around her middle. “Is yer side okay? Do ya want me to check?” Misty’s need to care for the supreme seemed to be the only instinct that was working. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tried not to fidget. “I-I mean I probably-“ she cut herself off again with a heavy sigh “There are some things I should tell ya an’ I ain’t real sure where to start or what to say. I guess I shoulda started back when-“ she swallowed hard as memories clawed at her mind. “I shoulda told ya then. I just-I was afraid- I just wanted ta keep ya safe an’ I knew if ya knew ya’d just lose it an’ I couldn’t let that happen. I needed ya safe an’ the best way to keep ya safe was to just…be okay.” She picked at the skin on her finger pulling off bits and tossing them to the floor. “I don’t know what to say” tears silently trailed along her cheeks as she searched for the words. “I’m sorry” her mind raced. She needed to make sure Delia was okay. She had been dead less than an hour ago. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be dealing with any of this. How did they get here? The thoughts raced making her stomach lurch and her muscles shake with the memory of Cordelia’s dead weight and pale skin. She swiped at her cheeks and searched Delia’s face for any sign of anything. She needed something to hold onto to. Anything to anchor to in the storm. She fought against her unwillingness to give them yet another obstacle to contend with on the heels of death. Taking a shaky breath she closed her eyes and whispered so softly one might have confused it for a whistful sigh “I’m pregnant” she fought the urge to pull her knees to her chest and sob. Maintaining her space on the end of the bed she couldn’t bring herself to meet those soulful amber eyes and the questions she knew they held. “I-uh-I was going to tell you..after you were better..I-ya just-I just want ya to be okay. Ya shouldn’t have to deal with this. It’s not yer problem an’ she’s not yer problem. An’-“ she brought her hand to rest against her lower abdomen “An’ I’m just sorry” Misty closed her eyes against the stinging of the cool air. Releasing a fresh round of tears. “I love ya so much an’ I’ve really screwed up this time. I should told ya” her voice fell as she finally brought herself to look Cordelia in the eye. “If ya want me to go I will. I don’t blame ya one bit”

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She wished she was closer. Sitting on the end of the bed, Cordelia couldn’t quite reach far enough to grasp those fidgeting hands in hers. She shook her head against the questions, her side could wait, whatever this was, whatever was plaguing Misty to this extent could not. What have you done? the Supreme thought silently, as she listened to the swamp witch stumble and swallow through her frightened words. What did they do to you? She wasn’t sure who they were in her head, in truth she didn’t want to consider the plethora of possibilities they had faced but with every word her heart sunk lower. She almost wished it hadn’t started beating again just yet, because this was painful to behold as it was, sinking deeper at the sight of Misty’s unrestrained tears. She pushed herself up further, ignoring the weary complaints of every muscle and reached out a hand towards Misty to comfort- 

Her hand fell. Back to the bedsheets. The bad wrist screamed as she leaned on it so heavily to keep her trembling form from falling entirely. “W-what…?” the whisper escaped in a breathless gasp. This was hell. Surely. This was just another layer, deeper than any other. That’s where he had thrown her so fiercely for disturbing his realm again. It had to be. It couldn’t be real. Never mind the way her body screamed, her mind screamed so much louder. This couldn’t be- 

Her eyes fell to Misty’s hand upon her abdomen, the trembling in her voice and those eyes that finally looked back up at her swimming in such bright blues filled with such pain. It was true then. It was real. “I…” All other thoughts were forgotten, hearing Misty’s last words. There was no anger, no rage or resentment, not in that moment. She had none left. She had next to nothing left and no defence against any of this. Everything was spent. Death had robbed her of energy and strength, and this revelation so devastating had stolen everything else. Almost everything. 

She pulled herself, every nerve complaining, as close to the edge of the bed as she could, as close to Misty as she could. She lifted the hand not around her own waist to Misty’s cheek, the pad of her thumb gently grazing at the fresh tears that still trickled there. You should have told me, she agreed silently. You didn’t have to keep this from me... But she hadn’t the heart to say it. How many times had she done the self same thing? Gods, she was so tired. “Don’t apologize. Never apologise, not for this, not for you, not for any of it, ever.” she said softly, the warmth of tears pricking at her own exhausted eyes. “Misty…Listen to me. Listen. This…this changes nothing,” This changes everything, except the one thing that really matters, that has always mattered, always will… “I’m not going to ask you to leave, I could never do that,” tears began to trail down her own cheeks in a hot rush now, sprinkling the bedsheets as she shook her head with a watery laugh. “Don’t you get it, you dummy? Did it take me dying for you to forget?” Another choked chuckle escaped; perhaps she seemed hysterical, she didn’t care anymore. “I meant it, Misty. I meant it then and I mean it now. I’m with you, Misty, I’ll always be with you, as long as I can be, whatever you’ve been through, whatever we go through.” She raised her other hand shakily to touch Misty’s hand that lay on her abdomen. “Whatever problems we face, together, I’ll love you always, as I have done forever. Nothing will change that. No-one will.” She pressed her quivering lips to Misty’s, closing her eyes for a few brief seconds to relish the feel of it, so much more than before, before pulling away again and offering a weary, slightly sad, half-smile. “Not even death.”

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With a shuddering breath Misty released the tension that held her shoulders still and relaxed into Cordelia’s arms bringing her face to rest in the crook of Cordelia’s neck. Inhaling deeply and trying to focus on the issues at hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya sooner..I didn’t..I wasn’t even sure how to say it” her voice cracked slightly as she wound her arms tighter around the supreme. “I don’t know what we’re going to do” she managed to croak before a fresh round of tears started to sting her eyes. She had never been so tired of crying. It was all she seemed to have been able to do now for as long as she could remember. She briefly wondered if the hormones were to blame for the sudden onslaught of unstoppable tears and irrational clinging to the other witch. Misty tried to remember a time when she wasn’t so attached. When wandering down the hall didn’t carry the implication that Cordelia might not be there when she returned. Her insides shivered. She couldn’t put her finger on the day it had changed. Maybe it had been the seven wonders, maybe it was the day she came home, maybe it had been long before any of that. Maybe it had been the day she found Delia in the greenhouse alone. Maybe it went all the way back to the day she came running in and Cordelia had taken her hand for the first time. She couldn’t place the exact moment that her world had changed but it had. And ever since that initial change it had been rolling downhill at an unstoppable speed. Changing just as she had started to get comfortable again. She nuzzled her face against Delia’s neck “I’m sorry” the words seemed so over used between the two of them it was almost like they no longer held meaning. She tried to come up with something. Anything, to make their situation less horrible. Cordelia had died In her arms, She was pregnant. They were both still covered to varying degrees in horrific injuries. Slightly shaking her head she raised herself to meet Cordelia’s eyes. Still there. Still just as bright and soulful as they’d always been. Like a candle in the window guiding her home. “I love ya so much.” She softly pressed her lips to Cordelia’s cheek before retreating back to the safest space she knew. “Maybe we shouldn’t keep the baby...” Misty wasn’t sure what she was implying. She wasn’t sure she didn’t want the baby. “I-I don’t know” her hand instinctively came to rest gently upon Delia’s injuried side. The warmth radiating to her hand. “We gotta fix this” she mumbled as her lips pressed to Cordelia’s neck just to feel the steady beat of her pulse. The tell tale sign that her life had in fact been restored to her body and that her soul was still held within, tethered to this plain, holding its place in the universe. Her hand drifted back to her stomach. The tiny life fluttering inside fighting to hold its place in the universe. Their universe. Misty wasn’t sure they held enough space for another life. They could barely stay alive themselves. She sighed heavily and placed a few soft kisses along Delia’s jaw line. “Maybe we ought to just leave? Go away for a while? Maybe it would be easier somewhere else?” Misty knew their problems would follow them. The last time they had left was still spewing repercussions all over their lives. Misty jerked slightly as the doctor opened the door “I believe one or both of you have somethings I need to attend to” they motioned to the hand that rested along Cordelia’s side. “I ain’t moving” Misty muttered and wiggled closer to the supreme “Please don’t leave me”

[fancynecromancer]

@what-a-goode-witch-you-are

Misty slowly crossed the room keeping her gaze on Cordelia but avoiding eye contact. After much internal debate she slowly sat down on the end of the bed, hands in her lap, forcing herself to keep the distance between the two of them despite her longing to pull Cordelia close. “I-uh” she cleared her throat and ran a shaking hand through her hair. Her eyes landed on the arm that Cordelia had wrapped around her middle. “Is yer side okay? Do ya want me to check?” Misty’s need to care for the supreme seemed to be the only instinct that was working. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tried not to fidget. “I-I mean I probably-“ she cut herself off again with a heavy sigh “There are some things I should tell ya an’ I ain’t real sure where to start or what to say. I guess I shoulda started back when-“ she swallowed hard as memories clawed at her mind. “I shoulda told ya then. I just-I was afraid- I just wanted ta keep ya safe an’ I knew if ya knew ya’d just lose it an’ I couldn’t let that happen. I needed ya safe an’ the best way to keep ya safe was to just...be okay.” She picked at the skin on her finger pulling off bits and tossing them to the floor. “I don’t know what to say” tears silently trailed along her cheeks as she searched for the words. “I’m sorry” her mind raced. She needed to make sure Delia was okay. She had been dead less than an hour ago. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be dealing with any of this. How did they get here? The thoughts raced making her stomach lurch and her muscles shake with the memory of Cordelia’s dead weight and pale skin. She swiped at her cheeks and searched Delia’s face for any sign of anything. She needed something to hold onto to. Anything to anchor to in the storm. She fought against her unwillingness to give them yet another obstacle to contend with on the heels of death. Taking a shaky breath she closed her eyes and whispered so softly one might have confused it for a whistful sigh “I’m pregnant” she fought the urge to pull her knees to her chest and sob. Maintaining her space on the end of the bed she couldn’t bring herself to meet those soulful amber eyes and the questions she knew they held. “I-uh-I was going to tell you..after you were better..I-ya just-I just want ya to be okay. Ya shouldn’t have to deal with this. It’s not yer problem an’ she’s not yer problem. An’-“ she brought her hand to rest against her lower abdomen “An’ I’m just sorry” Misty closed her eyes against the stinging of the cool air. Releasing a fresh round of tears. “I love ya so much an’ I’ve really screwed up this time. I should told ya” her voice fell as she finally brought herself to look Cordelia in the eye. “If ya want me to go I will. I don’t blame ya one bit”