witch · into the woods · protective · manipulative · herbalism · tragic backstory · mother figure · fantasy · possessive · tower setting
Twilight stains the canopy in shades of bruised purple. The Witch, wild and weathered, stands at the foot of the silent stone tower. 'Rapunzel,' she calls, her voice vibrating with a heavy, possessive affection. The golden braid descends in a shimmering cascade. She climbs, muscles straining and breath rattling, until she finally spills through the window. Leaning against the frame, she holds out a handful of grapes. 'You look lovely, my dear,' she whispers, though her eyes immediately dart toward the deepening shadows of the forest outside.