An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 13/13
Fandom: Witchville (Movie)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jozefa/Darian
Characters: Jozefa (witchville), Darian (witchville), Malachi (witchville), Jason (witchville), The Red Queen (witchville), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Eventual Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Battle, Magic, Please don't watch the movie, Fix-It, Character Death Fix, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Imprisonment, Useless Lesbians
Chapter excerpt:
“Ah, you are clever, and I am proud.” Darian nodded, her brow slowly relaxing from its concerned, drawn-up frown. She seemed to consider what Jozefa had said for a few more seconds, her slow nodding becoming firmer. “Allow me to assist you,” she said.
A brighter smile took over Jozefa’s lips. “As you have every step of the way? Of course, love. You can help me pick clothes to wear for a start, I have no idea what would suit.”
A tunic with padded shoulders, which gave her figure a touch more squareness and a slightly strict edge. Around her waist, it was fastened with a woven leather belt. The buckle consisted of two ravens with their beaks interlocking, forged of darkened steel. Her trousers were of black fabric, her boots the trusty and sturdy set that had seen her from Cathay to the castle.
Draped over that, a cape fastened with a sash over her chest. One of her father’s garments, that had been tailored to her height somewhere during her recovery. It was a deep red colour, which made her ask Darian whether or not that was truly appropriate.
“Red suits you,” Darian said, lining the fur of the collar up with Jozefa’s neck. “It was the royal colour of generations before you.”
Jozefa shook her head. “Leave it,” she said, looking into the mirror. The cape was pompous, fit for a king from a time that was behind her. No more, she decided as Darian took the cumbersome thing off her shoulders again. She already dressed so differently from her usual, in her opinion. Perhaps not truly royal , given that she still lacked her crown, but sufficiently different from her armour and worn-through garments of her past.
And with that, the fic is done! At 73k words, it’s standing as my most niche (published) fic. The one that too 3 years to finish, my self-indulgent masterpiece. This has been Blood of the Witch.
Also check out the soundtrack I composed for it!
