i am a promise.

" his had barely begun and already , you were prepared to take him from me . " hurt flashed within her eyes , lower lip quivering . the hold his loss still held after centuries . a mother never truly recovers from such a loss . " who are you to dictate time , to take one of the only other beings in this life that gave mine meaning ? " voice tight , hiding the hurt layered behind . " is that not enough ? " tattered heart shatters , tears spilling from aged eyes . " there will never be enough time . he was everything to me . . . the purest part of me . " the one and only thing she had gotten right in her lifetime . the fantasy of having been a family had long since faded , tarnished the moment death took her son by the hand . " and what of it ? have i not defied your beloved sacred balance ? why am i the sole exception ? " she knew , of course she knew but why , why couldn't their son have been too ? gaze lifts , directed not towards darkened eyes awaiting response . " when i first learned i was with child , i knew there was no other . i spoke no spell nor incantation but something within me knew that . . . from death , comes life . " she spoke very little of rio's true nature to nicholas but she has mentioned who his sire had been . " i spoke of you , that there were powers in this world far greater than ours that kept you from us . " the truth finally comes to light and agatha wonders when she had allowed herself to express such a vulnerable side to them again .

“then you probably would’ve hated me when i was in my twenties and livin’ in los angeles, hands down one of the worst eras of my life and i’m so happy i wised up in time.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ and yeah? i’m not surprised, that lifestyle can drain a lot out of you if you’re not careful about rememberin’ who you are,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ but still … i hate to say it, but i don’t think certain folks are dyin’ faster enough, let alone facin’ prison or social consequences. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i reckon you’re often gettin’ the souls of those who haven’t been rich enough to stay afloat, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but what do i know - ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎new york’s treatin’ me way better, at least.”

“ I LIKELY WOULD'VE. i have never cared for those who are exceptionally superficial. ” perhaps she was a bit biased. after all, an omnipotent being did see all. “ i can only work so fast, love. i don't kill anyone, merely take the souls. when it isn't their time, i have no say in making things go any faster. i do feel for those who have come to me far before they should've given extenuating circumstances. ”

yeah i contain multitudes. Unfortunately not in the way that is fun or marketable

Send a 🫂 to suddenly pull my muse into a hug

delightfully surprised is the jump of brows, pull of lips into a smile. it is so rare to come across someone who agrees ——— who has a stronger stomach than most possess. “yes, it is.” a single finger points at the other, and points, and points. “i like you.” then her hands clasp together, and the up-down of her gaze over the form before her is studious. not threatening, not in preparation. curious… “i sense familiarity in you, stranger. from where have you come?”

A WARM SMILE, then a nod. “ well, i should hope so. otherwise this first impression is not going well. ” ah, there it is, the familiarity. even at the best of times, it was hard to sway people from such a feeling. “ oh, my home is not accessible to many. i suppose as a goddess of death, you must be familiar with the underworld. i hail from there. ” was that telling enough?

“right, yeah. similar things happen to me and mutants as a whole, although things aren’t as bad as they were even just last decade. ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the things people do just to fear you is a shame, though; you heard ‘bout the substance? yikes on bikes, hollywood is pretty scary.”

“ I HAVE NEVER quite gotten along with those who align themselves with hollywood. though, i do find that the city itself brings me more souls than most cities. something about that lifestyle, the stardom... it's exceptionally dangerous. people kill for the roles they want. ”

" don't . " a word so simple yet full of such meaning . never had anyone possessed the ability to hear death plea , to witness such a powerful being weakened by a singular mortal : a witch . cerulean eyes lift to peer within deaths own , all but well acquainted with it's weight and power . " don't i ? were I to offer myself instead , would you have same *him* ? " it often troubled her , the thought that had she offered herself in his place , perhaps nicky would still be here . " those boys deserve a chance , rio . " steps carry her closer , frame but an inch away from death , eyes a reflection of all emotions bottled for centuries . " what i want is for you to choose for once . defy the natural order . do what you should have done from the moment our son drew his first breath . "