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“Take him!”
The witch’s voice echoed in the air. Startling the boy beside her as she stepped around from behind. With her held high, eyes locking with the woman’s, it was clear she had caught both off guard.
“What?” Billy asked, lips starting to tremble, searching for words.
“You heard him!” Agatha ignored his question.
She watched as Rio let out a small chuckle. How her head shook, the way her fingers drummed the air. A nervous tic of her’s Agatha was all too familiar with. She could see the feeling of betrayal from Agatha’s change of heart. Compared to moments prior when she was nothing but elated.
Agatha Harkness was about to take her final breath. She’d enter her realm and without a choice be tied to Death for eternity. All for some boy she barely knew. Rio wasn’t shocked she was sparing his life. Even if she was the notorious Witchkiller all despised and feared. When it came down to it, she did have a heart buried within her. And Rio couldn’t argue his sweetness in the beginning of all this reflected Nicky’s. He sunk his teeth into Agatha, twisted her, manipulated every emotion. Of course, she was going to spare him, Rio figured.
Regardless, it’d work in her favor. Finally after centuries of chasing her, longing for the woman she found love for- Death would have Agatha to herself.
Rio shook her head, debating breaking all the laws of nature and strangling Agatha till she took her last breath for tricking her. Their deal echoed in her mind. Realization slowly dawned on her how this would be the last time Rio ever laid eyes on her.
“It's over,” Agatha declared.
The witch’s eyes looked over to Billy. His lips parted, eyes tearing up at the realization of the betrayal. She couldn't face him. Not any longer. Agatha shifted her face into disgust, letting him believe she didn't give a good god damn about his life. When in reality, Agatha was weak. Selfish as all hell for choosing herself. Centuries and Agatha still feared facing eternity with Death, Rio, the woman she loved and hated. As well as facing her late son after everything she had done to him. The way their personal song was turned into a con, a way to kill thousands of innocent souls. Agatha would never be ready for it all.
“B-but..” He stammered in disbelief.
Agatha slowly turned to face him once more, theatrically letting her arms sit out either side, avoiding the way Rio's eyes watched her every move. It was enough to feel those brown eyes of Death piercing into her. The burning along her skin started to ache from the daggers filled with pain being forced into her. The memory of Rio’s words from earlier didn’t help ignore the stare either.
“I watch you, Agatha….just as closely as you watch everyone else”
It wasn’t a shock to her. Ever since their first encounter over the bodies of her mother, witches of her old coven, Agatha felt Death’s eyes never leaving her. When they were far from each other, when they were in bed, in the woods, arguing over the mess of bodies Agatha left. Those eyes never left. Even when Agatha got ahold of the Darkhold, she still felt Rio’s eyes on her skin. As if she left a permanent mark. A way of owning her.
“I thought you were-”
“What can I say?”
A grin slowly grew on her lips. Maddening, malicious, conniving, evil- A perfect portrayal of an evil witch. A look she had owned for centuries now. Perfected and crafted to fit Agatha Harkness’s reputation.
“I'm a Covenless Witch”
She tilted her head back as the smile was wide, taking up every inch, widening all it could. A little snicker had followed after her words.
Accidentally (Not really. Agatha knew this would be the last time she ever saw Rio. There was no way she’d leave without taking in the sight of her. Not that she’d admit to it) her eyes drifted to her left and unexpectedly? Her heart sank to the ground beneath her feet.
Those brown eyes Agatha had a love hate relationship with were mixed with pride and sorrow. One where Rio held high expectations for Agatha to remain true to herself. She’d go on living her life, finding her power, maybe even chase the Darkhold once more. How could Rio never hold pride over that? The only woman she had ever loved was powerful. A force to be reckoned with.
However, on the other hand?
Death was broken. Never again would she find happiness, contentment, anything that’d bring peace. She had been lost for centuries now. Especially when Agatha had gotten the Darkhold in her hands. Rio remembered vividly the moment it happened. Their bond always let her feel Agatha in the air, but she was stripped away within a second. Rio physically fell to her knees, wondering if Death actually would be graced with passing away herself. She’d find release from every bit of pain and misery. Those years were torture to her, numbness and pain ruled her.
And now? Even if she would be able to feel Agatha’s heart beating somewhere, she wouldn’t be allowed to see her. Not until her dying breath, anyway. Rio wanted to laugh when Agatha demanded that. It seemed she either forgot what they had done or maybe she hoped somehow it’d break them apart. Luckily, spells and borderline selling your soul to Death didn’t work like that. She wouldn’t tell her. It’d be Death’s way of karma for what she had put her through time and time again.
Agatha’s nostrils flared, her muscles tensing up as her eyes tried to glare. She pulled every bit of energy from within her to bring those daggers of her own. The attempt was useless. The witch couldn’t control what was happening to her. For a split second, she internally blamed Rio. Maybe she was using her powers somehow to control her. Though realistically, Agatha knew that was bullshit. She’d never do such a thing. Rio had always been one for wanting Agatha to stay with her out of free will. Not anything more than that.
Maybe it was Rio’s look of pain holding her back. More so just Rio before her. How Agatha tried to lie to herself how having the woman beside her on that fake Witches Road was nothing but comforting. She relaxed every nerve that boiled up just from her stare alone. The way Rio had fought Evanora, not letting the ghost take her. She hadn’t even taken a second to think about it either. Agatha felt her heart leap, breath taken away when the strongest voice Rio was able to release screamed out. How it teetered on the edge, so close to the low frightening Death tone.
A floodgate Agatha was sure she had sealed tight had come undone. Everything was rushing out like a tsunami, taking over her mind, heart, every part of her flesh and blood. The way Rio chased her for centuries even after Agatha visibly broke her time and time again. How she would find her in the woods, beaten and torn from fighting The Salem Seven. Even after Agatha had run from her- Rio would take time to heal every wound, ignoring all the vicious words the witch spat at her.
Agatha felt sick when the one realization hit her like bullets, shooting one after the other,
“No one in history has had special treatment like you”
Of all things, Death herself had bent the rules for her. Not just because he was her son as well, but out of her love for Agatha. She had given her time with that beautiful boy. A soul Agatha wouldn’t have been able to live never knowing. Even if Nicky’s death felt like her own, she was only able to continue on not just out of fear of facing him, but because she had time with him. Thanks to Rio, Agatha never had to live in the unknown of what could have been, who he’d be.
She always joked even in their glory days Agatha doomed herself to Death’s love. It was stronger than any force combined. Vicious, addictive, protective and all else. Life and death, ebbs and flow, Lady Death- Rio Vidal would do anything and everything for Agatha Harkness.
Agatha rolled her eyes as she muttered a few incoherent grumbles and curse words. She tossed her hand, gesturing over to Rio as she spoke.
“Well,”
She said, letting her eyes express partial annoyance to Rio before shifting her focus over to Billy. Her voice wasn’t just tired, but she kept it monotone as well. Not wanting to show her vulnerability. At least not till she was alone with herself or Rio.
“Besides this one”
Agatha gestured to Rio with the three words. After a second, she couldn’t look at him anymore. She needed to see the reaction from her. Part of her worried it was too late. Maybe she had read Rio wrong and she’d be nothing but excited for their deal to part ways. To her relief, she had to hold back a laugh over the sight.
Those wide eyes gleamed even as the sky was green and dull above them. She stood taller, a faint smile about to break through. She could nearly hear the teasing before Rio had even had a chance to start.
“You..” Billy shook his head, looking panicked at the two of them. “What do you mean?”
“Unfortunately,” Agatha said, making sure to keep their eyes locked together. She wanted Rio to not just hear, but feel every word. “A covenless witch can only do so much”
Not a moment later did that grin spread wide. Agatha wouldn’t be shocked if Rio started to jump right then and there. She tilted her head to the side, silently telling Rio to take it down a notch. The witch was hypocritical for it. Agatha adored the sight before her. She wouldn’t mind if Rio started running all over the place. A part of her even felt anticipation over the endless teases she was bound to be graced with.
“So you…you really want Death by your side?” Billy laughed. “Agatha, that's insane! Just because she's your ex-girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to-”
Agatha snapped her head over, sending daggers his way. One, she was annoyed this little shit was still near them. He already disrupted their first fight with Agatha’s purple back. One that was long overdue. And now he was interrupting the beginning of their reunion. A moment AGatha never thought she’d allow herself to experience.
“Wife,” She corrected. “The divorce papers never went through” Her hand waved as she shrugged her shoulders.
Rio snickered over the little inside joke they had. Centuries ago, the two bounded, tied, locked themselves together, made a blood pact and casted a spell that'd be impossible to break. Not even when Agatha died would they be truly separated. Agatha had given her life, heart, body and soul to Death. When she died, Rio borderline owned her. She'd be tied to her like a leash, going wherever she went. Never being given the choice on where else to go in the afterlife.
“Gay marriage wasn't even legal when you two-”
Their laughs moved in harmony, in sync with the other. Rio looked away, trying to silence how loud she wanted to break over his stupidity. Maybe it was because he was too young to understand. Completely new to a world he barely tapped into, she was trying to give him grace.
“Listen,” Agatha said. “You're about to be out of this realm to worry about what we do. Why waste your final moment like this?”
Billy shook his head. He didn’t waste a second before arguing back.
“Agatha, you've destroyed enough lives. I thought you had learned that” His fists started to clench, the blue electricity began to show. “I can't let you continue on with-”
“And your plan is to do what?” Rio broke her silence, looking over at him with a little smile.
Billy narrowed his eyes at both of them, the blue electric shining brighter.
“You have fucking Death in front of you, kid. Not just that, but her wife beside her”
She pointed out, head tilting back to Agatha when she spoke her title as wife . Rio would let herself be on cloud nine later on. When she could bounce around and annoy Agatha over how good it felt to not only call her that, but for Agatha acknowledging it after years of declaring otherwise. For now, she felt the familiar protectiveness come back to her. She took a step to be in front of Agatha. Her tongue swiped the inside of her cheek, smirking slightly at the way he shivered under her glare.
“Is it really in your best interest to put up a fight? Either way the end result stays the same”
He started to crack through the tough front. Well, a weak attempt at one. Both witches had been seeing straight through it. Rio didn’t hold her laugh back as he frantically looked back and forth between them. As if he was trying to figure out who to take down first. More like fail miserably at even trying.
After a silent moment, he tried to convince Agatha to her death once more. His eyes shifted to the witch who was not paying any mind to him. Too busy smiling at the woman before her, looking as confident as ever.
Slowly he realized Death stood before Agatha. After all the lives she had taken, Death was not just in front, but behind to clean the trail. The witchkiller had Death on her side. Billy knew physically the fight would be pointless. So, instead he tried once more, narrowing his eyes as he held his breath.
“Agatha..”
His voice echoed in her mind. She felt her smile fade away, eyes looking over to him in surprise. The little tactic wasn’t one expected of him. Maybe Billy was smarter than he let on.
“You're better than this..”
It took her a second before the smile crept back up. A tiny scoff laced with humor had left her.
“Oh honey, get a load of this..”
Rio tossed her head over her shoulder when she heard the small pet name. One Agatha hadn’t used for her in god knows how long. She hated this wasn’t the moment to cave into her, kiss the woman as she begged for her to say it on repeat. Instead her head tilted, lips pursed as she silently questioned what Agatha was saying.
“The little shit is-”
“Is all of this what happened to Nicky?”
The smile dropped instantly, eyes darkening from the amused stare of before. Agatha’s eyes remained locked onto Billy’s before flickering away to look elsewhere. Rio didn't just know the look of Agatha's pain at the brief mention or thought of their late son. She knew instantly what Billy had done. His blue electric power was one thing, but trying to manipulate Agatha’s emotions more than he had?
Rio wanted to reach out, pull her into her arms, comfort her in every way she hadn’t been allowed to in centuries. Though she knew that still wasn’t an option. At least not for now.
Agatha cleared her throat, shaking her head as she stood taller. She sighed, not bothering to look back over to Rio. For a moment, it worried her. Maybe Billy’s words had reminded her of what she had to do. What was part of her job. Though that was swiftly replaced when Agatha took a step back, saying a low,
“Tratar con el”
The woman was only able to grin. Later on she’d only lightly tease Agatha over how she kept her spanish words fresh in her mind. Agatha would argue it was useful to speak to others, but Rio knew she only ever spoke the language when it was them. Especially how this was meant for Rio’s ears, not for Billy to understand. Probably for the best. Agatha wasn’t that cruel to terrify a boy by hearing her tell Death to deal with him for her.
Agatha turned around not a second after. She tossed her hand up, waving to the boy as she roughly said her final words to him.
“If you happen to find your mother where you're going, give her my best”
Rio waited till Agatha was out of sight before turning back with a glare stronger than her powers combined. She grinned devilishly, thriving over the fear before her. Typically, Rio was comforting and understanding. Mortals biggest fear was Death. They were always terrified of the unknown. She tried her best to make everything smooth and easy for them.
But for this kid? After the stunt he just pulled?
“You can't-”
“You already agreed to go with me. That sealed your fate,” Rio said.
His swallow to push down the lump in his throat was visible, but Rio couldn't care less. Billy Maximoff was already dead to her. Not just for how he broke the rules by taking another body, but for hurting Agatha by making her believe he was Nicky, and then reminding Agatha of him.
“Sealed your fate as well for bringing up my son”
And as if Billy couldn't look more shocked, somehow he was. Confusion was written all over his face. He shook his head, words stammering out before they finally became coherent.
“No, I brought up Agatha's son. Not-”
“Our son,” Rio corrected. “Nicky was my boy as well,” She added.
“I..how-”
Rio groaned, rolling her eyes, tilting her head back as she let out an exhausted sigh.
“Do you ever stop asking questions?” She asked, snapping her eyes filled with annoyance back to him. She clicked her tongue, stepping forward. “Now, hurry up. If I take too long, Agatha gets grumpy”
Billy scoffed.
“Isn't she always?”
She smiled over the question. Not just because he was completely weak. His voice was faint, small, one final poor attempt he was trying to get Death on his side. Rio brought the back of her fingers up, letting them graze his cheek, snickering at the way he nearly jumped out of his skin. A tisking sound came from her, shaking her head as her voice lowered to the depths of her tone only Death could reach. The sound Death only saved for the souls she wanted to truly terrify.
“Not with her wife”
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A bit later Rio had stepped into the house through the empty doorframe. The wooden door remained on the floor where she kicked it days prior. A snicker escaped at the sight of it. As she stepped inside, her eyes scanned around, not seeing Agatha anywhere. There was no sound of the woman’s pacing or muttering to herself.
And Rio felt her heart sink.
Maybe this was one of her tricks, a way to escape Death herself. It wouldn’t be the first time she had fallen for one of Agatha’s deceiving acts. Rio's black heart began to ache as the room started to spin. She brought a hand up to her chest, applying pressure as if she could push the black heart out of her body and rid herself of it. Reality began to settle like it had hours prior. Their deal was set in stone. Rio would have to go centuries for god knows how long till Agatha was beside her again. She wouldn’t be able to see her, hear her, feel-
Fuck.
That familiar doom was making her knees weak. She felt the weight pushing her down, about to sink to her knees and let out a scream that would nearly shatter every building in Westview. Though like a savior, a blessing from above or below, fate had saved her.
“You can not hide on me like that,” Agatha sharply spoke, her feet stomping into the living room. “Give me a goddamn heart attack,”
Rio's eyes scanned in a panic before landing on the woman she nearly dropped to the floor over. Her breathing steadied, heart slowly dissolving from that unbearable ache. It took her a few moments before she was completely able to take in the familiar sight. The white rabbit held tight against Agatha's side, snuggled in the crook of her arm. The purple dress ditched for a white button up, tight black jeans and black boots to match it.
She took a deep breath, smiling softly as she said a small,
“Someone hasn’t aged a day”
Agatha jumped as she quickly looked up, seeing the woman now in regular clothes herself. Well, maybe regular wasn’t the word. It was the exact outfit she wore in detective Agnes’s office. Not surprising her in the slightest, Rio found enjoyment in it. She’d always been one for suits and what not.
“Ever so charming you are,” She said.
Rio rolled her eyes, walking over to the witch who never broke her stare.
“Was talking to this little guy,” Rio scratched the top of his head.
The woman let a monotone laugh out, but otherwise ignored her words. She let her eyes wander up and down, taking in how close Rio was to her. Agatha didn’t truly hate it, but she hated the fact only when of all people, Death was this close to her did she feel safe.
“Took you long enough to get back to me” Agatha grumbled. “You know I don’t like waiting”
“Yeah, well..” Rio shrugged, looking back up at her. “Think you’d know that annoyance was going to make it a challenge”
Agatha snickered.
“Surprised you didn't strangle him right there after the move he pulled”
The familiar grief flickered over those blue eyes. The pair Rio hadn’t allowed herself to stare into for centuries. She’d want to get lost later on like she used to. Simply taking in the beauty and feeling honored to be graced with luck to do so. For now, she studied them. A way to make sure Agatha was as okay as she could be at that moment.
If Death could kill without breaking rules, she would've. She had already thought of countless ways to end the boy's life once Agatha’s face had changed. Rio sometimes wished she wasn’t Death just so she could end the lives of ones who dared to hurt her love in even the tiniest of ways.
“I was close to it..” Rio whispered.
She brought her hand up, letting her fingertips trace Agatha's skin from her ear and down her jawline, smirking at the familiar goosebumps that appeared instantly.
“You really want me to stay?”
Agatha stared for a moment, Rio almost wondered if she made her second guessing it. Unknowingly to her it wasn’t anything like that. Instead, Agatha was kicking herself over how hesitant and the tone of disbelief Rio had. She had been the catalyst. The one to push Rio into this state of mind. She knew she’d spend eternity regretting doing so.
“Unfortunately” She shrugged. “Maybe uh,”
Agatha shook her head. A familiar move she used to collect her thoughts. As if she was stopping them all from flying around, forcing them to line up in order.
“ Imissedyou ”
The words were rushed and mumbled. Agatha's eyes had averted to the rabbit in her arm, distracting herself by letting her hand run across his back.
Rio paused. She heard her. She knew what she said. Especially how her heart was doing flips and her skin began to vibrate with goosebumps. Rio had longed for so long, had daydreams of those words being said instead of the opposite three Agatha was known for. The three that would remind Rio of the hate she held for her. But, it was always fun to push her slightly, annoy Agatha and bring out the words more clearly.
“I'm sorry, what was that?”
Agatha was quick to shoot a soft glare, knowing damn well Rio heard her.
“Don't make me repe-”
“Well how am I supposed to know what you said then?”
“You already know”
“Why would I say I don't if I already knew?”
“Would you cut your shit? Not even ten minutes with you and you're already anno-”
Rio cut her off with a whistle as her eyes wandered around. She started to tilt back and forth on her feet, hands held behind her back. God. Agatha couldn't stand this woman, but she loved the little antics. There was no denying that.
“For fucks sake,” Agatha muttered.
With her free hand, she grasped the woman by her throat. The whistling was cut off with a strong gasp. Those brown eyes snapping back to meet her own, wide and full of desire unlike before. The playful demeanor had disappeared like Rio never had one before. Now the familiar sight of when she was completely under Agatha’s word, at her mercy.
“I.” Agatha started, her voice lowered to a darker tone that only made Rio shiver more.
“Missed.”
Her grasp tightened slightly, pushing up for Rio's head to tilt higher. She let the silence linger for just a moment. A smile grew strong. Agatha missed Rio without a doubt, but had nearly forgotten how powerful she felt to have Death in her palm. Physically and metaphorically.
“Could you be a dear and guess the final word for me?” Agatha’s voice was silk, laced with honey to make it sweet.
Agatha held back a groan when she felt the woman gulp. The way her throat pushed into her palm. How she could nearly hear the little sound it made.
“Me?” Rio asked, almost worried it was the wrong answer.
The witch gasped, letting her thumb trace over her lips, pulling her close to rasp a small,
“Good girl”
As if the moment never happened, Agatha let go of Rio and stepped around her. She made her way to the door as she spoke mindlessly. Of course knowing damn well the state of mind and shock she had left the woman in behind her.
“That cabin of ours still better be standing,”
Rio couldn't move. Her feet were stuck to the ground, knees already trembling with fire coursing through her cold veins. Between her legs had an ache that felt damn near painful. An unfamiliar feeling no one else was able to bring to her besides Agatha. She slowly let her hand up to trace fingertips along the skin of her throat, barely listening to the words the witch had been rambling.
Not until a sharp wit, full of attitude pierced her ears.
“Are you just going to stand there? I'll go without you” Agatha rolled her eyes. “Because I'm not spending another second in this god awful town. So join me when you-”
She nearly fell from how quick she was to spin on her heel, nearly running to the front door (Well, door frame) where she stood. Agatha stopped talking when she appeared beside her, not smiling or offering a laugh. Though her eyes still betrayed her. Screaming out nothing but amusement over the power she still held above Death.
“Well? You didn't clarify if it's still standing or not”
Rio paused, trying to remember what Agatha had said. She hadn’t realized how long the silence lingered. Her jaw still slacked ajar, lips parted with her eyes widened with desire and lust.
“Uh..” She trailed, but then nodding so fast her head nearly spun when she remembered. “The cabin?”
Agatha wanted to continue with her toughness, keep Rio on the edge of her seat like so. Though she couldn’t refrain from the small chuckle. The vision before her felt almost like a dream. It had always amazed her how small and beautiful Rio could be. From her teasing, sarcastic, energetic and intimidating demeanor- It was hard to believe how she would become this. A sight for Agatha’s eyes only as well.
Fuck. She had missed this. She had missed Rio.
“Yes, my love”
Her voice became soft and Rio seemed to melt even more over it.
“Of course it is,” She said as if it was obvious. “I wouldn't let go of our home even if you never wanted to come back”
Agatha's breath hitched. How long would she find moments of being in a state of shock? Was this not reality? A manipulation of a trial on the Witches Road? Maybe a dream that was simply way too vivid. Whatever it was, Agatha didn’t want to let go of it. After centuries of pushing the woman away, Rio never backed down. She still stayed strong, true to her word, never loving another or tossing their home away.
She cleared her throat, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to break through. Ones filled with relief and remorse for the time they lost.
“Yeah well, I would've had to one way or another” Agatha tried to sound sarcastic, but it was barely there.
Rio smirked.
“Only living mortal stupid enough to bound myself to Death” Agatha grumbled.
“Well baby,” Rio leaned over, whispering against her ear. “You're the only one brave enough to fall in love for death”
She placed a kiss on her cheek before taking the lead to skip out the door, but Agatha was quick to tug the hem of her blazer, pulling her back for a brief second. Before Rio could question her, their lips met in a chaste kiss. One far too small, light hearted, for either of their liking. But it was a tease, a sneak peek into what would be once they returned to the cabin. Back to their home where they’d be tangled in bedsheets, sprawled out on the couch, making love in the kitchen as their dinner was in the oven.
“Like old times?”
Agatha had been the one to pull away just as she was the one to instigate it. Rio stared, already stuck in a daze from the grasp on her throat. Now with the kiss added on, she felt like she could pass out right then and there. However, just as before when they met in the living room- She needed clarity. Rio would most likely ask for reassurance for a while. Something Agatha would never hesitate to give. She’d without a doubt end up scoffing or rolling her eyes when it would still pop up after years, but Rio would know it was an act. A way to make the moment lighthearted.
“You won't leave me?”
Rio’s voice cracked so small if Agatha wasn't in front of her, she wouldn't have heard. She’d let herself soak in turmoil over the sound later on when inevitably Rio would have to leave to do her job.
Agatha would sit in the shower, let the water burn her skin as she’d let the sobs shake every inch of her. Without a doubt, she’d lose track of time just like every other breakdown she had all those times before. Rio would end up finding her. She’d turn the water off, wrap a towel around Agatha, leaving kisses along her skin as she dried off each spot. Shushing her softly as she whispered how everything was okay. They’d end up in bed with Agatha buried in Rio’s front, apologizing for the sight she had to see. Like a script, it’d be the same,
“You shouldn’t of had to see that”
“What?” Rio asked, fingers tracing through the brown hair. “You naked in the shower? Sweetheart, that’s a sight I have memorized by now”
Agatha scoffed.
“You know what I mean..” She murmured.
Rio brought her fingertips to her chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met in the dimly lit room. She stared for just a moment. One long enough to make sure Agatha was hearing her.
“Every version of you, Agatha, I want to be the one to make sure you are loved and cared for. Besides, who’s the one that cleans your wine vomit off of you? This is nothing, my love”
Agatha smirked over the light humor, thankful for how Rio knew to keep things easy.
“Death is so sweet”
Rio grinned.
“You’re the only one to believe so”
“What's the point?” Agatha asked, lips curling into a tiny smirk as she tucked a strand of Rio's hair behind her ear. “Might as well get used to being stuck with you for eternity”
Rio’s worrisome look relaxed. She laughed, rolling her eyes with a light shove against Agatha’s shoulder.
“What?” Agatha let her voice draw the word out, feigning innocence. “You're a lot to put up with!”
“Oh!” She laughed harder, walking away from her with Agatha swiftly in tow. “That is a load of shit coming from you”
Agatha grinned behind her, feeling her spirits lift and heart swell over the light sarcastic back and forth.
“You are both the Green Witch and fucking Death. Do you know how much of a headache being married to that can be?”
“Oh, I'm so sorry that I've been the one to take care of you, our garden, endlessly collecting your trail of bodies behind you”
Those words seemed to bring out something in Agatha. The thought that made her decide to not be a covenless witch without Death by her side again. Agatha didn’t think as her hand reached out to wrap around Rio’s wrist. She pulled back as her feet stopped in their tracks. Rio was quick to follow suit, turning on her heel, about to ask if they would already kiss again. Though her humor faded away at the familiar sight. One that didn’t need words.
Nicky.
Rio waited a few moments, watching as Agatha struggled to find the words. She didn’t really need her to say anything. It’d be nice to hear them, of course. Rio was sure at some point the witch would finally say the words full of apology and remorse to her. But for now? She’d give Agatha grace. After all, this was just barely the beginning of forgiveness. A new chapter they had stepped into after centuries of nearly being at each other's throats.
Slowly and delicately, Rio brought her hands up to cup both sides of the woman’s cheeks. Ones that felt warm, shading a dark red, the sight of quivering lips between them. Only after Agatha didn’t speak, didn’t push Rio away, did the woman say what she had been wanting her to hear for so long. The words Agatha never gave her a chance to breathe, let alone the time of day to listen to.
“You know if I could've broke the universe, sacred balance, every law of existence- I would have for you both”
The words dangled between them, sinking into their bones and echoing in Agatha’s mind. Almost as if it was finally healing a wound. Starting to bring stitches to close it together. Rio watched as Agatha swallowed the lump in her throat, not giving a verbal or physical response. Again like many times before their eyes spoke. Both silently agreed it was a start of Agatha’s forgiveness. Rio had to refrain from tears of her own. The relief coursing through her was overwhelming to say the least.
Rio brushed her thumbs quickly to wipe Agatha's tears, knowing well the witch never wanted them to be seen. The decision felt like she had strengthened Agatha in her palms without magic. Simply just Rio’s love.
The way she shook her head softly rid Rio's hands, standing tall before her voice turned back into its full attitude and wit.
“Not to mention you're a cosmic entity,” Agatha added. “That’s a bitch to be married too as well”
Rio smirked.
There she is.
“Again,” Rio snickered, pointing her finger as she whispered. “A cosmic entity developed human emotions for you. Cry about it”
She whipped around to walk ahead once again, Agatha in tow like they had never stopped.
“I will!” Agatha laughed. “It's a headache! You haven't left me alone in centuries now-”
“Oh you had time hiding behind that Darkhold” Rio waved her hand over her shoulder. “Not to mention your precious time with that redhead”
Agatha grinned. She had been waiting for it since the words from hours before.
“This walk..with another woman’s son”
Having Death be in love with you, protecting you, giving her your entire soul was one thing. It was entirely another to have Death being possessive and jealous over you. And Agatha would always thrive over it.
“There it is,”
Rio looked behind her, eyebrows furrowed.
“There's what?” She asked.
Agatha smirked at her, hand smoothing the white fur in her arms, eyes darkening with lust all over again.
“The jealousy. I've been waiting for it”
Rio laughed, looking back ahead as she lied through her teeth.
“I’m not jealous”
“Yeah, okay. What did you just call that tantrum of yours?” Agatha asked, clearing her voice to mock in a high pitch tone. “ Why don't you want me? Huh?!”
She heard the woman ahead mutter something under her breath before letting out a frustrated, filled with annoyance response.
“I'm just saying,” Rio shrugged. “You didn't have the grand old time you have with me”
Agatha was about to banter back when instead she sped up to brush her shoulder against Rio's, leaving it there to lean against each other as they walked in sync.
“Can we just get home so I can give you that grand old time?” Agatha husked, eyebrows wiggling.
Rio smirked at the words she copied. Her head held a bit higher, thinking to herself how that annoying redhead would never have Agatha like this. She may have had the power to put her under a spell. But only Rio Vidal was able to have Agatha Harkness clinging to her.
“You lose all originality with me”
She said, looking over to meet those blue eyes she had missed so much. Before Agatha was able to even form a response to argue, Rio cut her off. She reached up to grasp the white fabric of her shirt, tugging as her feet lifted off the ground. Agatha stumbled with Rio's laugh ringing in her ears. She was greeted with endless memories of Rio pulling this move.
All the times Rio would run by her, grasping any part she could get ahold of as she lifted them in the air. Agatha held the power to levitate herself, but it wasn’t anything compared to Rio’s. She had strength, control of wind, all else to pull the move Agatha never could with her.
“Careful!” Agatha whined, holding the rabbit closer to her. “He's my baby. Can't let him fall from your antics”
Rio only pulled her closer, earning those blue eyes to rip away from him to face her. She leaned over, whispering against her lips,
“You know I'd never let you fall,” She said. “After all, you're my baby just as he's yours”
The witch beside her blushed a deep red. Her eyes softened as she felt warmth spread through her. It wasn't shocking, only Death had the power to make the stone cold Agatha Harkness blush. Melting the tough front into a puddle. Creating the softest version for her eyes only. However, Rio would never not find herself shocked and over the moon each time she brought this side out.
Agatha swallowed her desire to somehow take Rio right then and there in the air, but instead she tugged for Rio to wrap both arms around her, whispering softly against her ear,
“Just take me home, Rio”
And because Rio, Death herself, would do anything for Agatha Harkness- She didn’t hesitate not even for a millisecond to comply with the demand.
“Anything for you, my love”