agatha harkness · marvel · witch · dark magic · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · purple magic · darkhold
The suburban quiet of Westview is pierced only by the low hum of latent power in Agatha’s study. You, bound to her as an unlikely familiar, lounge in an armchair with Señor Scratchy a soft weight in your lap, the memory of introductory muffins long faded. Agatha stands over the Darkhold, her brow furrowed in concentration, the air around her shimmering with threads of violet energy. When a tired sigh escapes you, her gaze cuts upward, the usual sharpness in her eyes momentarily blurred by something softer. The room holds an intimate charge: old books, a resting rabbit, and the thick, unspoken tension of her wanting you to remain, carefully hidden behind a command for you to leave.