And Wouldn't you Love to Love Her?

"And if I live to see the seven wonders, I'll make a path to the rainbow's end." Misty Day. Swamp Witch, revived and renewed for a third chance at life. Covenless, and not intending to be part of one. I'd rather stay away from such things after what I saw. After what I went through. ((Independent Misty Day RP blog for American Horror Story: Coven, resurrected after The Seven Wonders. Willing to RP with any and all, mun and muse of age, though NSFW (the sexual stuff at least) seems unlikely. Tracking the tag subesserenatus.))

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Did I get the shawl twirl right? 

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"Anywhere I haven't been to yet. Kinda wanna see more than the swamps, and I don't wanna be anywhere near my old coven."

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Okay, Shell and Elizabeth, I think I need to do some plotting with you guys.

Because Misty needs to interact with people and I love you both. I shall send messages to you guys when I'm able.

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I'm finally gonna try and work on Misty some more. I was having this rush of Coven feels, and since I have yet to learn if Lily will return for American Horror Story: Freak Show, well. . .

I just need my swamp witch right now.

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Lily Rabe in As You Like It

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Misty could reach into that place between life and death and draw a soul back from the precipice, back to this side, back to life. To some, this appeared to be the god-touched power of resurrection. To others, necromancy.

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"I suppose I do." A light blush settled on her cheeks when the girl set her jacket around her shoulders. With both it and Stevie’s personal shawl, she felt… Safe. Safer than she had been back in the coven. Maybe she could try and stay here for a bit before heading off. So long as the girl before her would allow it, of course. She might not truly like strays… Or witches, if she knew of their existence.

As Misty stepped into the house, she felt a bit taken aback at the absolute homey feel to it. Really, it reminded her of her little shack in the swamps, only this was a proper house, not some run down box that had her precious Fleetwood Mac echoing off of the walls. “Your house is lovely,” she found herself whispering, following Isis further into the house, looking around the kitchen in mild confusion. It wasn’t like the one at the Academy, that was for sure. And the swamp witch knew she had to stop comparing this home to the two places she could no longer return to.

Upon the mention of a mother, Misty wondered what exactly had happened that this girl would not want her mother to wake up. Misty sat down at the first chair she could find, tugging the girl’s jacket closer around her form when asked about who she was. “I’m Misty. Misty Day. And I’m from New Orleans. And I still don’t know how I ended up in the sea…”

Which was true. She was clueless.

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"Thank you," Isis said, smiling softly. "It’s been my home for my entire life. My … my mama and mum bought it before I was born." Isis scuffed her toe on the floor. "I like being by the sea." Isis wondered what sort of place the girl had lived in before she somehow materialised in the sea. "So do you, apparently, given that I found you in it! Normally you don’t just magically end up underwater. Are you … able to time-travel, or do magic of some kind?"

"You’re from …" Isis nearly laughed before realising how serious this was. "You’re rather far from home, aren’t you? Do you need help getting back? If you want, you can stay a while, I’m sure Mama would love to have you. She’s very kind, really, the thing is … my other mum passed away recently … she’s still grieving. She got very upset last night, so she might not be completely herself today, but I assure you that you’ll love the real her."

Isis was silent for a bit, but then the kettle whistled. Isis grabbed it off the stove, and poured both of them cups of tea. “Do you take milk and sugar?” Isis asked, putting a little of each in her own cup. “After tea, you can have a shower if you want, and I’ll get you some dry clothes.” Isis wanted to care for this girl, at least for a little while.

Maybe Misty would stay with them for a little while.

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Misty nearly froze up when Isis mentioned magic, but her face was pure confusion at the mention of time travel. That was real? And from the way this girl mentioned it, there was no way it could be a magic of its own. But she didn't want to lie to Isis, either, she wanted to be honest. And really, she could only think of one way she could be honest with her.

The swamp witch gave a light wave of her hand, using telekinesis to lift one of the tea cups up from the counter before setting it back down gently. "It's an odd thing, magic. . ." She would continue to say that it lead to her being burned, but she was still alive. And there was no way she was going to think about the Seven Wonders right now.

She was silent when Isis mentioned losing her other mother, and she wanted to do something to bring a smile to this girl's face, and even to her mother's face. This place was already feeling so welcoming, no bad vibes, and maybe, just maybe, she would stay a while.

"Milk and sugar is good," Misty finally said.

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She is dancing away from me now She was just a wish She was just a wish And a memory is all that is left for you now You see your gypsy

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"N-no, I’m fine, really," Misty tried to convince her, but her voice shook from the chill cousring through her. Waking up and being hit by the waves of a cold ocean was not how she wanted to come back to life. Reviving after burning at the stake? That was okay.

And she still didn’t know how she was back now.

Misty wanted to refuse the girl’s offer, wanted to tell her she was in a hurry… But she didn’t even know where she was, let alone where she could go. Not to another coven, no, never to another coven. She didn’t want to hear who had died during the Seven Wonders, who the new Supreme was. But were Myrtle, Cordelia, Queenie, Zoe, and Kyle alright? Are they still alive? Was Madison the new Supreme, even after trying to kill her? Did they let her take control? And what of Fiona? Shit, too many questions, some she was certain she had already asked herself.

"Who am I t’say no to tea before going off?" she said, smiling as best as she could before walking over to the girl. "Thank you."

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The tremor in the girl’s voice was all the confirmation Isis needed that she had to protect this girl for a while. When Misty walked over, Isis pulled off her own jacket, which wasn’t necessary now that the sun was well and truly up, and set it over the girl’s shoulders. “You’re very welcome,” she said, smiling softly. “You need to warm up.”

Isis lead the girl towards the house, stepping inside and inviting the girl in with her. There was a part of Isis that felt like an utter fool, letting an unknown girl inside for tea. But she looked so small, frightened, cold. But she’d always loved to take in stray animals as a child, warm them up and give them a place to rest before sending them on their way. Maybe this was a stray girl who needed a place to rest for a while?

"We need to stay quiet," Isis said softly, "Mama’s still sleeping. She sleeps heavily, so don’t worry, but I’d rather not risk waking her after … I’d rather not wake her." They got into the kitchen, and Isis got to work setting up a kettle to boil. "So … who are you? You sound very American, like my Uncle Jack. And how exactly did you get up to your neck in the sea?"

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"I suppose I do." A light blush settled on her cheeks when the girl set her jacket around her shoulders. With both it and Stevie's personal shawl, she felt. . . Safe. Safer than she had been back in the coven. Maybe she could try and stay here for a bit before heading off. So long as the girl before her would allow it, of course. She might not truly like strays. . . Or witches, if she knew of their existence.

As Misty stepped into the house, she felt a bit taken aback at the absolute homey feel to it. Really, it reminded her of her little shack in the swamps, only this was a proper house, not some run down box that had her precious Fleetwood Mac echoing off of the walls. "Your house is lovely," she found herself whispering, following Isis further into the house, looking around the kitchen in mild confusion. It wasn't like the one at the Academy, that was for sure. And the swamp witch knew she had to stop comparing this home to the two places she could no longer return to.

Upon the mention of a mother, Misty wondered what exactly had happened that this girl would not want her mother to wake up. Misty sat down at the first chair she could find, tugging the girl's jacket closer around her form when asked about who she was. "I'm Misty. Misty Day. And I'm from New Orleans. And I still don't know how I ended up in the sea. . ."

Which was true. She was clueless.

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The last thing Misty remembered was taking part in the Seven Wonders. It was the third trial, descensum, where they all entered their personal hells. But she was stuck, stuck on a constant loop of being forced to kill an innocent animal, her throat raw from screaming. Dimly, she had heard Cordelia’s voice, heard Myrtle say something about her time being up. Misty had failed to bring herself back from hell. So, when she was opening her eyes again, expecting to see the dead frog she’d revive again, it took her by surprise to see the sand of a beach, to hear the roar of the ocean and smell the salt in the air.

It was only then that she realized, in her thin clothes and shawl (she did check and yes, it was still the one given to her by Stevie), that she was shivering, from both the air and the bit of water that had managed to reach her before her awakening. Misty scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping over herself, not yet balanced on her legs.

She wanted to find someone, a witch or another coven, ask them if they knew how she was alive. Then she remembered being buried alive by Madison, witch hunters burning her, a witch hunter attacking her at her own home, even the fear of Fiona killing her if she was the next Supreme. No. She couldn’t let any other witches know she was still alive, however it might have happened.

Misty walked up the path leading away from the beach, tugging her shawl tighter around her, freezing almost from the chill. The farther up the path she walked, the closer the sight of a house became, along with the sight of a girl around her age. Blonde and carrying an armful of flowers. The sight honestly made her heart ache, because she remembered Cordelia in her greenhouse, teaching her how to brew potions. Then she was being spoken to and Misty couldn’t even speak right away, her voice sounded raw when she finally did.

"I-I’m alright, don’t you worry yourself over me."

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Isis looked the girl over, saw how much she was shivering. The way she held herself - there was something odd about it, something that worried her. “I’m going to worry myself over you, because you’re obviously freezing.”

It was a minute, though, before she realised that the blonde girl in front of her reminded Isis of her Mama. As Isis got older, River would sometimes come through to the kitchen in the morning, squeeze Isis’s shoulder and kiss her head, tell her that last night was a bad night and to be gentle with her Mama. As if she ever wasn’t. It wasn’t long, though, before Isis learned to recognise the signs that a night had been full of nightmares or bad thoughts. A certain curl of her shoulders, the set of her face, timbre of her voice, how she would hug herself when she walked into the room as though afraid somebody would hurt her. These were signs that she was seeing in the girl in front of her.

Who had hurt her?

Isis dropped the flowers into the wheelbarrow, hurrying to scoop up the remaining broken stems from the garden and put them in too. She’d wanted to have the rows nice again, hints of footprints removed, but this would do just fine. It looked more natural anyway. “You’ll catch your death out here. At least come in and warm up, have a cup of tea before you run off to wherever it is you’re going.”

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"N-no, I'm fine, really," Misty tried to convince her, but her voice shook from the chill cousring through her. Waking up and being hit by the waves of a cold ocean was not how she wanted to come back to life. Reviving after burning at the stake? That was okay.

And she still didn't know how she was back now.

Misty wanted to refuse the girl's offer, wanted to tell her she was in a hurry. . . But she didn't even know where she was, let alone where she could go. Not to another coven, no, never to another coven. She didn't want to hear who had died during the Seven Wonders, who the new Supreme was. But were Myrtle, Cordelia, Queenie, Zoe, and Kyle alright? Are they still alive? Was Madison the new Supreme, even after trying to kill her? Did they let her take control? And what of Fiona? Shit, too many questions, some she was certain she had already asked herself.

"Who am I t'say no to tea before going off?" she said, smiling as best as she could before walking over to the girl. "Thank you."