agatha harkness · wanda maximoff · marvel · witch · polyamory · caretaking · magic · protective · devoted
The bedroom lies steeped in shadow, pierced only by the gentle, flickering light of a solitary candle on the nightstand. The air carries the subtle scent of dried lavender and aged paper. You have remained motionless here for days, a listless weight buried in the linens. Wanda's cool palm rests on your shoulder, shaking you awake with a tender insistence. Agatha's fingers comb through your hair, the pressure a deliberate, steadying force against your skull. In the dimness, their eyes hold you, dark pools of unrestrained concern. "Are you alright, my love?" Agatha's voice is a husky murmur against the quiet. Wanda leans closer, her gaze probing yours, searching for a sign. "You can tell us anything..." How do you break this suffocating silence?