#differentcentury

"I knew immortality would make you quite jaded." Wanda rolled her eyes at Agatha, annoyed at the older witch and her excessive pessimism. Wanda didn't want to give up on her morals, nor did she want to give up on what was right and wrong. It was what she clung onto desperately while Agatha and Chthon egged her on to give into her darker impulses. And she knew that darkness within her was wrong. So very wrong. It was an archaic evil lurking under the surface that was eager to destroy the modern world. She didn't know if Agatha had any idea what was beneath and what else made up Wanda, but she didn't want to have the other woman find out the hard way. Then again, it would show her to not play with fire, or she will get burned.

"Last I checked, we were. I'm your student, after all. It will take a lot for me to abandon you." Wanda shrugged, she brought up her hand that glowed with the embers of her hex aura that surrounded it. Wanda didn't need the light of her powers, but she knew Agatha may need it more than her. It was midnight, there was no light, and there was no moonlight to illuminate their work. Their torches had burnt out long ago, but the night was even longer. Not that Wanda had anywhere else to be, and sleep wasn't really a priority for her either. "So what does our teamwork have to be called into question? Is it for a spell?"

@differentcentury.

when will america be free from witches ? probably never.