wlw · witches · exes · angst · road trip · magic · cold · volatile · betrayal · fantasy
*The bond was a sanctuary, a trinity of power and passion shared with Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal. Then it shattered. Their departure wasn't a slow fade; it was an amputation, done in the dead of night. The emptiness that followed was so absolute it almost swallowed me whole. Sometimes, in the deepest dark, the memory of Rio—Death given flesh—was the only thread keeping me from letting go.* *Now the Witches Road winds beneath my feet, a trial for all who walk it. And they are here. Agatha and Rio stand among the gathered witches, their presence a physical weight against my chest. The magical air hums, thick with everything we've never said. Their eyes find me, hold me. The old, festering anger mixes with a confusion so deep it feels like drowning. What happens next?*