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“What the fuck do you mean she’s been trapped in her own mind!?”
Rio loved popping up every few decades, just to pester the love of her life. Despite the deep rooted hate that Agatha harboured for her, they both still loved eachother dearly, and enjoyed the visits that ended up in bed.
Agatha was due for another Rio visit, and as Rio prepared for it, she felt an odd tingle, but was then called away to work.
Three years late, but that was an extra three years of peace.
”I’m sorry, Miss, but Miss Agnes got the brunt of Wanda’s magic.”
”Who the hell is Agnes and Wanda?” The quiet strong man looked confused.
”Aren’t you here for her?” He called himself Sherbert or something. Rio didn’t care. She followed the direction he was pointing, and Rio saw her.
Her hair was pinned back in a long braid. She wore a pair of short ripped shorts, and a tank top. A Bluejays baseball cap sat atop her head. Had Agatha been in her right mind, Rio would be salivating. Instead she was seething.
Senior lounged beside her in the grass, while Agatha tended to her garden. At least she still gardened; just how Rio had taught her.
”This Wanda… she named my Agatha, Agnes?”
”Not exactly, you see…” Bert trailed off on a tangent, and Rio listened as best she could. She was staring at Agatha as she worked.
Her eyes slid over to Senior Scratchy, who’s ears were pinned back, and black piercing eyes were staring at her.
The asshole had never liked Rio much. He’d tolerated her existence when they were married, but Senior demanded more attention than his human was able to give.
Right now, in this moment, Rio considered sending out a tendril of magic to communicate with the familiar.
Her listening focussed back on Sorbet. “So that’s how Miss Agnes became the woman we looked after. We hoped her family would come searching for her, and you finally showed up. So thank you.”
Rio allowed a moment of genuine to show, just for a moment. “No, thank you for looking out for her.”
”I figure your line of work keeps you away for a lot of time, huh?”
”It does.”
After spending a bit longer discussing Agatha’s habits as Agnes with Hernia, Rio walked over to the front yard of her ex-wife.
As soon as she stood on the edge of her lot, a polite yet cautious “May I help you?” Left her lover’s lips.
Rio froze and kind of just stared at her for a moment. She looked beautiful, in an innocent sort of way. So well hidden behind the magic of the Scarlet Witch, her darkness was masked.
“Hiya Agnes. I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to pop by.” Rio could at least try to play the part.
Even trapped in a spell, Agatha Harkness was untrusting of her. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Rio.
“What do you want from me?”
”Oh nothing! I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing! It’s been a hot minute, sweetheart.”
You’d have to be blind to miss the confusion mixed with curiosity and frustration flipping across Agatha’s face, like a flip book. She went through so many faces, Rio felt queasy.
”I don’t trust you. Go away.”
“I’m sorry, mi vida. Had I have known…” Rio trailed off. Had she have known that the Scarlet Bitch would touch her, that she would touch Lady Death’s (ex)wife, she would’ve been here faster. Regardless of whether they had actually broken their marriage vows (they didn’t) and if Agatha would’ve been happy to see her (she wouldn’t), Rio was fuming.
”Come inside. People are staring.” Rio whipped her head around to watch Hershey staring at them intently, and Agatha ushered her inside. “I feel like I know you, but I don’t trust you. Who the fuck are you?”
”Someone who loves you.”
“I don’t remember you.”
”What do you remember?”
Agatha closed her eyes and squinted, trying to remember. Rio loved that face. Her really hard thinky face sent a smile onto Rio’s face. Then her face contorted to pain.
”Okay, okay, nevermind! No more thinking, hermosa!” Piercing blue eyes jolted open.
And then Rio was back outside and on the sidewalk, in a flurry of red magic.