“Hmm, depends on who you ask…My enemies and my paramours can all agree that I do possess certain…talents.” she replied with a shrug, eyes gazing up into the seemingly endless orbs of chocolate that returned her confident gaze. Admittedly, any spellcasters she’d come across were usually rather awkward or overflowing with unbearable bravado, neither of which entertained Lilith for terribly long. Gawain, however managed a delicate balancing act, landing somewhere perfectly in the middle His remarks about her name caused her cheeks to flush slightly, only because she knew full and well he knew the true impact of bearing such a moniker. “At least one of those you mentioned is my strong suit. I’ll let you be the judge of which one,” she murmured as she took a step closer to him, her lips only a breath’s distance from his.
his question, however, took her out of the rather heady sensation that was fogging up her brain. It was a fair question, and one she’d often wondered herself. “Gods, I hope not.” she admitted with a pained smile, looking down to her feet. “I think it was more that my mother wanted me to be as powerful as her and tried to set me up for success from the moment I entered the world.” For a brief moment, Lilith debated with revealing her kinship. There were certain to be consequences if she did, but she feared the ones that would befall her should she withhold that information or lie.” In a rare moment of true vulnerability, her doe eyes reached up to meet Gawain’s steady gaze and the words left her lips before she could stop herself.
“My mother is Agatha Harkness. The Agatha Harkness. While I had no idea that she was my mother until I turned 18 I just…I felt like you should know. Depending upon your parentage, I’m sure that could change some things about how you perceive me.”
The word paramours made one of Gawain’s eyebrows shoot up. It was the plural form of the word, too, a fact that made him somewhat impressed and at the same time wary. He could definitely see why she’d have more than one, though from the stories he’s heard from his parents of magical people and those that followed them with passion and loyalty, not every card were always on the table. Still, Gawain found it in his heart to give her the benefit of the doubt, as he hoped she would him as well. The fact that she was but a kiss away helped. “ It would be my honor, and no doubt intense privilege, to be allowed to judge those...talents. ”
In a way, Gawain was starting to look forward to where this delightful exchange of wit and flatteries would lead them. Unfortunately, it appeared to be down a more dreary road than he had anticipated, than he could ever anticipate. What mother wouldn’t crave success for their daughter? And then she revealed that mother’s name, throwing caution to the wind, undressing the very magic that swallowed her whole, from head to toe: Agatha Harkness.
Where has he read the name before? Truth be told, through his readings, both mundane and the more mystical, he’s read so many names, most of them he could barely remember to put a face to. Or has he heard it from his father, the Sorcerer Supreme? Or his mother, a ruler of the Dark Dimension? There must be more to that name, but for now, Gawain’s thoughts were solely on Lilith herself, those eyes luring him in like a siren’s song. “ If it’s any consolation, my adoptive mother is from the Dark Dimension. Doesn’t get along with her uncle and relatives, though. For the most part, anyway. ” He offered her a warm smile, tucking hair behind her ear. “ Doesn’t that just make us the perfect power couple, though? ”
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