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@lumiroleplays
Welcome to my house of blorbos! ❤️ Please feel free to message me if you'd like to plot with any of my muses. I have more under the list too! RULES | MUSES
“Halloween at last!” for Morticia, from @mysteriousmissweems
"At last!"
The young girl replies with a wide smile as she brushes her long hair in front of a mirror.
"We're gonna have the time of our lives at the party tonight, Larissa."
Larissa was quite excited as she put on the last of her Swan Queen makeup. “Remember last year’s Halloween party? I hope this year, it’ll be as exciting as that!”
"I do too." Morticia smirks, giving one last look at herself as the Black Swan, then noticing her friend still seems to need help with her makeup, she approaches her a little.
"Do you need help with that?"
“Please and thank you,” Larissa said, moving forward towards Morticia with some of the makeup supplies. “Work your magic, Tish.”
With a satisfied smirk, Morticia takes the eyeliner.
"Okay, turn to me and look straight forward..."
She had always had a passion for eyeliner, that should be quite easy.
The way Rio's presence alone seems to affect Agatha is not missed by Morticia, but she doesn't really say anything, instead just staring for a moment.
Morticia chuckles, a smug expression on her face. And quickly, she giggles at Agatha's question.
"Someone we all know too well..." She looks at the window for a moment, it's a night of full moon and it shines beautifully. Perhaps she would invite her guests for some moon bathing later, actually, it sounded like a great idea.
"The Moon..."
//
Rio feels Agatha's presence as much as she feels hers, that's undeniable. Listening to her voice as she speaks to Tish is enough to make her wanna get closer and lay her head on Agatha's lap and purr like a cat.
But instead she hugs her own legs, repositioning herself and chuckles at Morticia's words, frowning curiously. "How does that work?"
"A long distance relationship, huh? Power to him for sticking it out." Agatha teased, voice in her lower register. She'd learned long ago, when it came to Tish and her family, to go with the flow. Explanations usually came naturally if you let them...not to mention the fun to be had in the along the way. She stole another glance at Rio as she finished. It was an odd thing: these almost familial moments at the Addams Household. Both comforting and somehow offsetting. Agatha enjoyed her visits greatly, and even managed, from time to time, to get past the uneasiness it brought her. Being well received and welcomed into a group as herself, instead of some con persona, was something foreign to her and, even after all this time, she still found herself, every once in a while, waiting for it all to go horribly wrong.
"Indeed..." Morticia laughs slightly. The natural flow of the conversation would be to ask about her guests' lives, but considering that asking about those two romantic life may be... tricky, to say the least, she decides to focus on something else.
"Oh! There's also wonderful news... Cleopatra is having children."
The carnivorous plant had never given her seeds. Having a personality of her own, Morticia always wondered if she simply did not want to. But now, after so long, she finally seemed to be popping them off. It was wonderful.
******************************************************************** Rio's fingers curve against the floor as Agatha's voice goes to its lower register and she almost clears her throat. Damn this woman for having this much of an effect on her.
But when Agatha looks at her, considering the nature of the subject, she bites her lower lip and is unable to hold that glance for long. Luckily, Morticia changes the subject and to something that is, perhaps, one of the easiest thing she could ever talk about. Plants are a safe subject and one she's always willing to talk about. As a matter of fact, she leans forward, anxiety still within her, but there's also excitement now.
"Oh! It took her long enough! How many seeds?!"
Cleopatra is wonderful. One of Rio's best creations and one she had made for Morticia and her family exclusively. She had given her the ability to reproduce by herself, but the plant did have a personality of its own.
sorry, guys, super busy end of semester in theater school + I've been focused on Rio's blog BUT. I will get those replies out till the end of this week! ❤️
On a hilarious note... new muse added
Riley from Happiest Season
// replies today or I'm straight
" When will it end ? " Agatha asked while she looked at Rio. Her eyes soon lowered as she knew that was she was the one who was still angry and hurt. But she also knew that death had been following her for so long now. "Doesn't it get tiring for you?" Her voice was low as she spoke. "Waiting for the day I finally die?" A small smirk then formed on her lips as she closed her eyes and thought to herself for a moment.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Rio once again. "It's almost like an excuse by this point." Pushing herself off the tree she slowly walked over to Rio, closing the gap between the two of them. "You say you come to see if I have died yet so you can have my body but really..." Slowly Agatha ran her fingers through Rio's hair. "You come because you still love me."
There was a moment where Agatha only saw the person she had loved for so long, the person she felt she could never live without. But then she remembered what Rio had done to her. Pulling her hand back she backed up a little, feeling the pain and hurt all over again. "I did everything you asked of me. I gave you bodies left and right." Feeling the anger build up inside of her once more she found herself unable to stop herself.
" I loved you ! I worshipped you ! I did everything you wanted and more! Just so you could turn around and take everything from me. Not only did my son died that day but so did my love for you and everything else I held so dear. "
----> @lumiroleplays <3
Each word of Agatha stings like the most painful of cuts, stabbing through her black heart and grasping onto it.
She basks into the feeling of having her touch her, even if it's just for a while. That tender touch she hasn't felt for so long, that she only felt an ounce of that other night.
How she wishes she had not stopped Agatha. But she needed to know the truth. She needed to know Billy wasn't Nicky.
She was so done with it.
She had allowed Agatha to think whatever she wanted about herself. To accuse her of something that was not her fault. To paint Rio as a villain in her own narrative. She had allowed Agatha it all. Because she loved her too much. Because it was a way to keep her. Because she hoped that one day, one day, she would be able to truly forgive her. To truly understand the situation and what Rio had to do.
But Agatha didn't seem to realize, or at least didn't seem to care about the truth.
"Agatha..."
She takes a deep breath, shaking her head, watching her face firmly for a single second. She almost lashes out and screams in anger back at her...
But she can't.
Instead, her expression softens again and she breathes, nostrils flaring up as she closes her eyes for a brief second, before opening them again.
"He was my son too."
There it was those words she had been waiting to hear her say for so long. ' her son too ' Agatha nodded her head slowly as she looked away. "Yes and still, you took him away." She wondered though if Rio could see him whenever she wanted. Did she know where he was? Was he ok? Did he know that Agatha missed him more than anything else in this world?
There was a hole in her heart and she knew it would never be healed. She missed her son so much. But she also missed Rio, for she was her true love, the person who knew her the best. Her eyes closed once more as she thought to herself again.
" Rio... " Agatha whispered. The way she spoke her ex-lover's name use to be full of hate and anger. But now there was sadness in the way she spoke it. "I miss you my love..." Yes it was true Agatha missed Rio deeply, for they had been together for so long. But she feared that they could never go back to the way they use to be.
I miss you, my love.
How long had she been waiting to hear those words? To hear Agatha actually admitting that she missed Rio? To call her my love again?
The very last time was when she pleaded for Nicky's life, when Death had no other choice, for she could not go against Nature and her sacred duty.
And yet she found a way to bend the rules. Only for her. Rules that had been written way before Agatha had ever existed, rules that had never been bent for anyone else.
"I took him... Because I had to. I didn't have a choice."
She swallowed, hard and dry.
"Can't you understand that?"
Her body shakes. It's almost unnatural to her. She doesn't feel cold, she barely gets goosebumps, yet the turmoil of emotion that spreads from her black heart - the heart that beats only for the woman in front of her - makes her shiver.
She takes Agatha's hand softly, barely touching her, so she has a chance to pull away if she wants to.
"Please, my love."
She brushes the back of Agatha's hand as gently as possible.
"If you don't ever wanna see my face again, I will go. And I won't disturb you anymore. But I just want you to understand..."
She pauses, looking as deeply as possible into Agatha's eyes, brown melting into blue.
"I miss you too."
"Bing bing bing." She mimics the sound of a button from one of those competition shows mortals have created, the one from when a person gets their answer correctly.
"Correct." She shrugs. "I did say I was in the neighborhood... But well, naturally... Only Agatha got the drift." She fixes herself, touching her clothes and her hair, as if to show herself off. "Truly, I have been honest from the beginning."
Lilia pulled back a little. Death, by its very nature, was obviously intense but there was an extra something to Rio that gave a person the inclination to put a little distance between yourself and her outbursts.
"Generally speaking when people say they were in the neighbourhood, it isn't because they've been collecting bodies," Lilia countered pointedly. Even with so much evidence right in front of them, it just wasn't natural to assume that the witch who had joined your coven was the embodiment of the one thing every person on this planet had in common.
"You were," Lilia admitted, though her tone suggested she had more to say. "The original green witch."
"The one and only."
There's a smirk to Rio's expression. It is fun. She always finds joy in seeing mortals surprised or even scared when they find out who she is. Something that she developed along the years, for it is easier than to be bothered as she once was. Lilia, however, seems to be one of those people that are not necessarily scared of her. Instead, she almost sees some sort of understanding in her eyes.
Agatha is the only mortal that makes her heart beat, of course. Yet, people like Lilia, the ones who have been visited by her enough times to have created some sort of familiarity with her, are capable of making that heart feel a little tighter, a little warmer.
Understanding goes a long way for a creature like her.
❝ I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch. ❞
"Musical mood today, sweetheart?"
Is asked as she shows up right behind Agatha, just for the joy of freaking her out (or at least, attempting to). There's a light smirk on her lips and she holds a blue flower; which she fidgets with.
She blinks mouth slightly open. And she forgot words. " Hmm, I do like Into the woods" she has a smile on her face. Kind one but unsure. She rubs middle of her chest, feeling she always have when she sees Rio. " I didn't think you would show up" she didn't actually ... murder someone or anything like that. But.. she missed her.
She smiles, taking Agatha's hand in hers and bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss.
"I know. But I was in the neighboorhood... You know I like to free roam sometimes." She winks. "How have you been, my love?" She rubs her thumb on Agatha's wrist in a soothing motion as usual.
She chuckles warmly. " You know the usual, " her cheeks are slight pink . Her expressiion never faulters. " I think a little better now that you are here"
She can't help but let out a soft giggle, pulling Agatha close to herself, hands cupping her face.
"Is that so?" She picks a strand of Agatha's hair and puts it away gently, behind her ear.
// this close of making a separated blog for Rio... I feel like the fandom is big enough and it would make it easier for me to focus more on the other characters here too....
" When will it end ? " Agatha asked while she looked at Rio. Her eyes soon lowered as she knew that was she was the one who was still angry and hurt. But she also knew that death had been following her for so long now. "Doesn't it get tiring for you?" Her voice was low as she spoke. "Waiting for the day I finally die?" A small smirk then formed on her lips as she closed her eyes and thought to herself for a moment.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Rio once again. "It's almost like an excuse by this point." Pushing herself off the tree she slowly walked over to Rio, closing the gap between the two of them. "You say you come to see if I have died yet so you can have my body but really..." Slowly Agatha ran her fingers through Rio's hair. "You come because you still love me."
There was a moment where Agatha only saw the person she had loved for so long, the person she felt she could never live without. But then she remembered what Rio had done to her. Pulling her hand back she backed up a little, feeling the pain and hurt all over again. "I did everything you asked of me. I gave you bodies left and right." Feeling the anger build up inside of her once more she found herself unable to stop herself.
" I loved you ! I worshipped you ! I did everything you wanted and more! Just so you could turn around and take everything from me. Not only did my son died that day but so did my love for you and everything else I held so dear. "
----> @lumiroleplays <3
Each word of Agatha stings like the most painful of cuts, stabbing through her black heart and grasping onto it.
She basks into the feeling of having her touch her, even if it's just for a while. That tender touch she hasn't felt for so long, that she only felt an ounce of that other night.
How she wishes she had not stopped Agatha. But she needed to know the truth. She needed to know Billy wasn't Nicky.
She was so done with it.
She had allowed Agatha to think whatever she wanted about herself. To accuse her of something that was not her fault. To paint Rio as a villain in her own narrative. She had allowed Agatha it all. Because she loved her too much. Because it was a way to keep her. Because she hoped that one day, one day, she would be able to truly forgive her. To truly understand the situation and what Rio had to do.
But Agatha didn't seem to realize, or at least didn't seem to care about the truth.
"Agatha..."
She takes a deep breath, shaking her head, watching her face firmly for a single second. She almost lashes out and screams in anger back at her...
But she can't.
Instead, her expression softens again and she breathes, nostrils flaring up as she closes her eyes for a brief second, before opening them again.
"He was my son too."
@lumiroleplays for Rio
She should have recognised her. If not her form, for Death could have many faces, then at least her presence. She'd come so close to her centuries ago, been surrounded by her, when her whole coven had been killed by something she hadn't been able to prevent, something she had seen but couldn't stop; an illness, a plague. And death had collected every last one of them, except for her.
"We didn't summon you," she realised aloud. "You came to collect Sharon Davis. Didn't you?"
"Bing bing bing." She mimics the sound of a button from one of those competition shows mortals have created, the one from when a person gets their answer correctly.
"Correct." She shrugs. "I did say I was in the neighborhood... But well, naturally... Only Agatha got the drift." She fixes herself, touching her clothes and her hair, as if to show herself off. "Truly, I have been honest from the beginning."
“Halloween at last!” for Morticia, from @mysteriousmissweems
"At last!"
The young girl replies with a wide smile as she brushes her long hair in front of a mirror.
"We're gonna have the time of our lives at the party tonight, Larissa."
Larissa was quite excited as she put on the last of her Swan Queen makeup. “Remember last year’s Halloween party? I hope this year, it’ll be as exciting as that!”
"I do too." Morticia smirks, giving one last look at herself as the Black Swan, then noticing her friend still seems to need help with her makeup, she approaches her a little.
"Do you need help with that?"
"Down, down, down the road, down the winding road."
"Down, down, down the road... Down the winding road..."
She echoes, from behind a tree, waving at her son with a small smile. She doesn't really intend on taking him today. There's no lack of balance today, Agatha has been keeping the universe well fed. But whenever she's got a chance, she will visit.
"Hey, Nicky."
Mama had needed to go into town and scout out witches, it was easier and safer for Nicholas to stay behind in their little camp in the woods, so while he waited for his mama to get back, Nicky sang softly to himself to keep himself entertained.
When he heard his song echoed back, his head snapped up. A grin growing on his face when he saw a familiar face watching him from behind a tree.
"Mother!" Scrambling to his feet, he ran to her.
"Mama's not here, she said she'd be back soon, is it time to go? We should go find her."
She smiles widely, opening up her arms for him to throw himself there, hugging the little boy with a wide smile and raising him up from the floor, a gentle kiss placed to his cheek.
Her expression shifts to his question, though, concern, mostly. Not for Nicky himself, she knows he'll be fine with her, but for Agatha. For their relationship.
For the doom that's bond to come when she needs to take their son.
"No, mijo, mother just wanted to see you.."
Nicholas grinned. He was excited to see his mother's realm, the beautiful place where everyone was happy and no one hurt or struggled that his mother had described to him.
But he could wait a little longer.
"That's okay, I've missed you."
"I've missed you too..." She touches his face softly, caressing him ever-so gently. She can swear that every time she meets him, he looks even more like a mix of her and Agatha.
It's bittersweet, knowing that they won't be able to see him grow up. And while for Rio it's way less painful than for her wife, for she will continue to see him in her realm when he comes with her, she doesn't really know if he will ever grow up. Or remain a child forever.
There's never been anything like Nicky before.
But either way, it will not be something that she and Agatha will get to share. And the thought of it is hurtful.
"What would you like mother to teach you today, mijo? Flowers? Bugs? Is there anything you're particularly interested in?"
Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"
Slowly, she shifts, back to the face that Agatha knows, to the face she fell in love with. She stares at the other woman's face for a moment, trying to find any hint of lies or tricks, but finds nothing.
She has waited to hear those words for so long the fact they're actually being spoken right now make her warm up inside and she can't help but feel her eyes fill with tears. Again.
If one could make Death cry, that person was Agatha Harkness.
She takes the hand that's being offered to her and squeezes it.
"You... You have always been my exception to many rules."
She rubs her thumb against the back of her hand. It doesn't feel as warm as it used to, but she doesn't care. Being somewhat of a spirit herself, Rio can make herself as corporeal or incorporeal as she wants to, so none of this should be an issue. It's just a matter of adapting.
"Besides... You look pretty hot with the white hair." She smirks, looking up at Agatha.
"I knew you'd still love me, even if I was like this." Came her reply with a wide grin, before the other took her hand, which she savored greatly. It had been a while since she'd had proper physical contact with another, so to have it be of the one woman she could never keep her mind off of...well, she definitely couldn't complain. Especially not when the other found her new look hot. A smirk replaced that grin, drawing in even closer.
"You think so? Is it giving milf or gilf? Be honest."
She laughs through her tears and some of them fall silently down her face. Rio doesn't really sob or cry loudly, instead keeping her emotions quiet and having her tears fall slowly.
When Agatha draws her closer, she can't resist but let go of her hand and place both hands on her hair, playing with it as she looks at her thoughtfully.
"I would say gilf, but I'm older than you..."
She laughs.
"And if you are a gilf, what does that make me?"
"Down, down, down the road, down the winding road."
"Down, down, down the road... Down the winding road..."
She echoes, from behind a tree, waving at her son with a small smile. She doesn't really intend on taking him today. There's no lack of balance today, Agatha has been keeping the universe well fed. But whenever she's got a chance, she will visit.
"Hey, Nicky."
Mama had needed to go into town and scout out witches, it was easier and safer for Nicholas to stay behind in their little camp in the woods, so while he waited for his mama to get back, Nicky sang softly to himself to keep himself entertained.
When he heard his song echoed back, his head snapped up. A grin growing on his face when he saw a familiar face watching him from behind a tree.
"Mother!" Scrambling to his feet, he ran to her.
"Mama's not here, she said she'd be back soon, is it time to go? We should go find her."
She smiles widely, opening up her arms for him to throw himself there, hugging the little boy with a wide smile and raising him up from the floor, a gentle kiss placed to his cheek.
Her expression shifts to his question, though, concern, mostly. Not for Nicky himself, she knows he'll be fine with her, but for Agatha. For their relationship.
For the doom that's bond to come when she needs to take their son.
"No, mijo, mother just wanted to see you.."