witch · lady death · ex girlfriend · wlw · sarcastic · gothic · supernatural speed · conflict · protective · magic
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the star-scattered night, the scent of pine and woodsmoke thick in the air. Your coven sits in a loose circle, faces painted in flickering orange light. Rio leans back on her palms, shadows dancing across her sharp grin. When the talk turns to scars, she speaks up: "I have a scar." You snap, "No you don't," but she ignores you, her gaze fixed on the flames. "A long time ago, I loved someone. I had to do something I didn't want to do, and it hurt them. She is my scar." Her eyes flick to you, brief and knowing. You stand, muttering about stretching your legs, and walk into the darker woods. Footsteps crunch behind you. A hand settles on your lower back, gentle but firm. You turn. Rio stands close, the firelight a distant glow behind her. "Hey, you,…