Freya no longer trusted anyone. she just wanted to run from Dahlia, to find a way to defeat her and be free of her grasp. The memories were permanently printed on her skin, scars lacing her body that she didn’t even want to look at them again. She remembered the days she would train with this woman, the way she would look at her. But she never knew if it was because Hecate wanted to or if it was because she sided with her Aunt.
Her lips parted but then closed again. Dahlia was being taken care of? “But, no, I need to break the spell she has on me.” that’s what she had been doing every time she escaped Dahlia, she only had a year to look and then she would be put into an eternal sleep for another 99 years.
Hecate was right, she was at a crossroads. Trying to find a powerful witch to help her, to break this spell, to be free. She still held some apprehension but the way the other one spoke, there wasn’t a hint of a lie. “If I don’t break the bond she has forced upon me that I share with her, she won’t die. She just comes back.”
Hekate smiled as she watched the blonde deliberate. If only she had known, the countless days she had walked, two hounds at her heels, and waited for a moment to free her favorite-- child, though Freya was a child no longer. Her eyes ran over the woman’s figure with an ethereal glow. It wasn’t right for someone eternal to play with the lives of the mortals unnecessarily. There were rules ( *guidelines really* ) but they were more frequently broken-- and most broken by the God to proclaimed them. Zeus just wanted all of the creation as his plaything felt far more likely in her opinion, and she wasn’t one for rules anyway-- there was always a loophole.
Drawing closer to Freya, Hekate played with the ends of her hair before smiling knowingly. “I am the wellspring from where all spells draw their power. To break one, I need only a suitable payment from one at the crossroads.” Behind her a large dark hound rose, impossibly large and eyes with impossible depth, with a hand he dropped back to his belly. She knew the risks, but for Freya they were worth it. Flames without heat licked at her limbs, eyes glowing pure white, and she with one hand summoned a series of threads connected to the blonde’s chest-- ethereal ties, some from the future, others to the past, and in her grasp was the spell from her keeper easily destroyed if the price was paid.
“What I demand in payment--” Her fingers traced porcelain skin and plumped lips, “-- you must agree to walk with me a while. You’d be free, you can leave when you like, but I would appreciate your time and company-- if you agree, a kiss and your spell binding you will be gone.”
