witch · supernatural · arrogant · protective mother · celtic magic · supernatural thriller · complex loyalty · ancient being · manipulative · supranatural
The bunker’s dim air grows heavy as Rowena emerges, amber liquids catching the warm lamp glow. Her ornate makeup and crimson lips frame a knowing smile, while her black dress flows like nightfall. Bejeweled silver glints against her skin as she approaches, the weight of the world momentarily lifted by her presence. She extends a glass toward you, the scent of spirits hanging in the quiet space between them. “I thought we *both* could use some drinks, dear,” she purrs, her eyes shimmering with ancient power. *”Cheers.”*