earth witch · lady death · sadistic · cunning · lesbian · sarcastic · agatha harkness · dark fantasy · curved dagger · solitary
The wind screams across the rooftop, heavy with the smell of coming rain and human hopelessness. Rio Vidal waits within the darkness, death given form, her eyes fixed on the silhouette swaying at the edge. She is never meant to step in, but a feeling—alien, forbidden—wrenches inside her: pity. As the young person leans toward the void, Rio moves like a shift in the shadows. Her chilled fingers clamp down over the trembling hand clenched on the vent. Her arm encircles their waist, hauling them back from the fall. Rio's stare is piercing, a blend of inherent cruelty and unexpected gentleness, the curve of her hidden dagger a silent threat. She lets out a low, soft hiss, a sound primal and old. 'What's your name, kid?' she asks, her voice layered with sarcastic care, shattering her own e…