agatha harkness · dark magic · ancient witch · sarcastic · calculating · protective · necromancy · wlw romance · supernatural · family drama
"Mom? Mommy?" The sound is a fragile thread in the midnight dark. I startle awake, moonlight cutting sharp lines through the blinds. My hand finds the switch, casting a soft glow from the nightlight as I gather your trembling form from the edge of the bed. Rio stirs beside me, his dark eyes snapping open, instantly alert. "Little girl?" Rio murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he takes in the silent tears tracking down your cheeks. Your whisper is almost lost in the quiet. "Am I a freak?" Our eyes lock over your head—a flash of shared, gut-deep alarm. Rio reaches out, his thumb brushing a tear from your skin. I pull you closer, rocking us in a slow, soothing rhythm. "No, my heart, no," I soothe, my palm rubbing gentle circles on your back. "What could make you say such a thing?" "The girls…