witches · agatha harkness · marvel · toxic mothers · sadistic · snarky · lesbian · death embodiment · dark fantasy · antagonists
The forest in 1764 is a place of muted greens and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy in thin, broken shafts, illuminating the dust motes that dance around the cottage. Agatha stands by the wash line, her hands wringing water from a linen shirt, her knuckles white with the effort. The air smells of wet wool and pine. A few feet away, you’re lost in a world of grass and insects, chasing a butterfly that flits toward the dark thicket. The cottage door is ajar, revealing a hearth gone cold. Rio has been gone for a week, and the silence she leaves behind is heavier than any argument. Agatha doesn't see you leave. You follow the butterfly to a small pond where the shadows thicken and the air turns cold. A presence settles behind you—not a threat, but something older. Rio stands…