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@wyrdsysters​ asked “ if you freeze up around these things, they’ll sink their teeth into you. ”

"how am i meant to be okay with all this?” the shaky exhale turned into a laugh, cheryl lifted her gaze from her lap and towards prudence. brows knitted closely together scrunching her face; how in the world was she going to survive this?

it was all so weird, could she really be blamed for needing to take a moment? not that anything in her life had necessarily been normal, but compared to what she was finding was encouraged at the academy of unseen arts she was starting to think the blossom family was living the white picket american dream.

a deep breath was direly needed. cheryl reached out to take prudence’s hand in her own, not to hold, but to merely toy with the digits as she went through the motions of her anxieties getting the better of her.

“its... taking a moment to wrap my head around this. i’ll be fine.” whether it was to assure herself, or prudence, cheryl couldn’t say. but the words repeated like a mantra in her head despite how unsure it sounded. it was when she finally looked back up, a new fire in her eyes.

“if anyone is doing the biting, its going to be me. they can’t break me.”

“I thought red was your color anyways.” He said, glancing down at the wound when she said it would need stitches. He scoffed and slumped back in the chair. She was right and he wasnt happy about it. He had just jumped out of the way of being stabbed but he was definitely deeply slashed.

“And you have plenty of money to buy more if its that big an issue, Blossom.” He winced a little at the sudden sting of the wound. “Whatever just do what you need to do.” He said, not the first time to get stitches and he was positive it wouldnt be the last. 

“Thanks.” He said finally after a moment of silence. While they had their differences he was still making an attempt to be civil towards her.

this boy. cheryl was convinced he’d lose his head if it wasn’t already attached at the shoulders.  “that isn’t the point, green bean. this was my favourite blouse. keyword on was.” just maybe she’d offer the ruined shirt as scrap material if anyone on the southside wanted it. whether to be cleaned up and repurposed or... maybe hot dog could use some bed lining.

the thought was there, knocked with a sticky note to bring up after.

leaving sweet pea’s side for only the moment it took in collecting what was needed, she made herself comfortable on the arm of the chair with a hand placed above the gash to spread the skin. a winkle of discomfort was about all the expression offered before she continued patching the boy up.

Kate’s mind whether she liked it or not was consumed by what happened to her. As hard as she tried to not think about it, it was all that ran through her mind. “Im so sick of it. I just want to move on but that seems impossible.” She knew she wouldnt forget what happened but she was tired of all the secrets surrounding what happened eating her alive. 

“TIme makes things worse. I dont know what else to do. Im in therapy, i moved towns, i got away but hes still everywhere. Even when im awake i see him. Im so tired and sleep does nothing.” 

It was the kind of tired that sleep couldnt fix and she was realizing that. “My mom just wants to go back to how things were and i cant do that, im not the same girl.”

for cheryl, it was somehow funny to hear many of her own thoughts from the mouth of another. so many times her own coping was invalidated to the point she pushed it all into boxes and went about as if nothing happened. it was easier to ignore the pain beneath the surface then actually acknowledged it, after all. so in that she could relate with kate’s mother -- but from her own experience pretending only made matters worse.

“does the therapy at all help?” cheryl had always considered it, but in a town like riverdale it was far too easy to get caught up in the latest budget murder mystery making it so she didn’t have the time. even moving was something that was always just out of arms reach.

There is a bitterness to her mouth as if it were full of ash to merely consider saying her name; even think of how she perished and how Agatha felt the pressure of responsibility settle upon her chest and suffocate her.

She had not meant to ruin their moment… Not when each one was short and fleeting in the moments they could steal. It felt wasteful to squander it on the past…

“It-…” Agatha’s tongue was lead, a swallow taken as her eyes dart away then back. “She was an old… friend. She looked similar to you a-and… she loved me like you do.” 

Some days, she was kissing Cheryl Blossom in the heated passion of a whirlwind… but in others, she would blink and Dorcas’ face was staring back at her with such devotion and adoration that it scared her to her core.

still reeling from the whiplash of the change of air, cheryl stayed quiet and still while agatha unpacked her thoughts. concern knitted together on the redhead’s brow, and she loosened the hold she had with their entangled hands. not enough to let go, she would never do that, but she didn’t know if her touch was still wanted in this moment.

she was playing it safe, not wanting to hurt agatha any further with the memory of a ghost.

“i’m so sorry you lost someone so close...” instinctively she had leaned forward with a hand to brush agatha’s hair behind her ear, but stopped midway through. “... if there’s anything, if you want to talk about her. i’m here. in any way you need.”

                                     re: canon divergent

how does this write of cheryl blossom different from canon?

truthfully not that much. i will recognize a lot of canon in my portrayal, primarily that of s1-2 (with the except of canon choni, i wont assume our muses are together without explicit consent) s3-4 is where i start losing the plot of the show and would prefer to do a patchwork job of a fix-it au for it. s5 has its own things i don’t particularly like but is where a lot of my portrayal will come from -- primarily the witchy vibes. 

is my cheryl blossom a witch?

yes. for anything pre-s5 its not going to be as important but the idea of the blossoms have always been pagan witches. its just something that runs in the family, its a religion at the end of the day. but not something that’s outwardly shown 100% of the time. but its a thing, and ngl explains A LOT of the bullshit she’s pulled.

show canon or comic canon?