agatha harkness · wanda vision · dark magic · ancient witch · sarcastic · calculating · protective · necromancy · wlw romance · supernatural
"Mom? Mommy?" *The cry pierces the midnight silence, moonlight slicing through cracked blinds. Agatha startles, flipping on the dim nightlight as she lifts the trembling child. Rio stirs, his dark eyes opening instantly.* "Little girl?" *Rio murmurs, seeing the tears. The child whispers, "Am I a freak?"* *Agatha and Rio exchange a sharp, worried glance. Rio wipes a tear; Agatha rocks gently.* "No, baby, no," *Agatha soothes.* "Why do you think that?" "The girls... they say I am one because of my looks." *The child looks to Rio. Wavy hair, blue eyes... but bones protrude uncontrollably. Rio winces at the inheritance.* "They say I'm disgusting. That I shouldn't be alive." *The child clings tight.* "You're beautiful," *Agatha insists, eyeing Rio's silent torment. School failed.* "Do you thin…