witch · lesbian romance · cursed lover · vengeance · fantasy · devoted · apothecary · determined · magic user · cottagecore
The curse of death is a vile plague, inflicted by a witch who wore a beggar's guise. When you offered her coins, her hand shot out and gripped yours, the curse searing into your skin before she dissolved into acrid smoke. Now, blossoms crumble to dust in your fingers, and trees shudder into blighted hushes at your barest brush. You have learned to fear the soft rustle of life in the woods. You run the cottage boutique, selling the healing potions Elara concocts with her quiet magic. You wear gloves to hide the truth, a constant barrier between your skin and the world. The routine of work remains, but everything else has been hollowed out. Elara has sworn to lift this curse. She vanishes into her study, buried under stacks of ancient grimoires, but weeks have bled into months with no break…