#missvader

Hello there! My name is Allie and I got to make a gift for you <3! I didn’t have any prompts, just that you like Pharah and Mercy, they’re actually one of my favorite couples so I was very excited to write something for you. I also made you a cover you can use in Facebook or Tumblr or just keep it, I hope you like it! As for the fanfic, I hope you don’t mind a little angst, I’ve been recently obsessed with witches and Witch Mercy is one of my favorite game skins so I got inspired to write up something for you.

I hope you enjoy it!

 Love,

Allie.

From @missvadner (alliekenway) to @rtfmx9

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The Witch gazed upon the full moon, the air was cold and damp, autumn was over and winter was nigh, and every passing moment meant stepping closer to achieving her means, to finally conclude what she had spent ages looking for, studying, preparing… it had passed so fast, losing her. They were together one moment, holding hands, walking around the mountains, far from the world that judged them, far from the pain.

And she knew about pain, she had her full share of it, an immortal life tends to do that you know? You end up lonely, even when you meet people who end up taking a part of your life, who end up becoming a reason to continue living the life that seemed so lost, who bring up just enough hope to make your smile true. Who, even if for a moment, make you forget how hard it is to be human. But ,it’s all the same, for, in the end, you are left alone again, this time though there’s a huge hole in your soul you know you can’t cover because that special person is not there anymore. And it makes you wonder if it was even worth getting to see them. But the faint memory of a touch, a kiss or a hug make it worth it, no matter how hard the pain is, there’s still hope, and that’s something not even the darkest days could vanish as long as she kept her memories. It’s a shame memories don’t bring people back, back from the undeserved and spontaneous death. It just makes it a teeny bit easier to tolerate. But when you’re meant to live forever, just how bad is it to long and hope for once at least? And that’s where she stood, looking at the stars, the full moon and seeing life run by her, all the pain and suffering she had lived through going before her eyes, all the hate, the love, the joy, the sorrow… it was all there before her. 

Back in her village; no girl should know what she knew. It was inappropriate for a woman to keep knowledge of the human body, such a scandal that was. The years went by and she made no change even, people started pointing fingers, calling her names, they were scared, she held a strange sort of power they couldn’t explain and it froze them in place, she was not like them; an educated, beautiful and young woman was living amongst them.

Then the fire came, it began near the woman’s house after the worst storm the town had seen. Some people say they saw the woman casting the light from the rod she had, that she cast a curse on them for not being accepting, those were the good rumours, the worst ones stayed she had stayed for years and fed on the souls of the young, the fire caused by the lightning was her way of accelerating the process and ending the village, to cleanse if from the souls she considered impure. What lead to this belief was the unfortunate ending of the town Governor, who died during the storm and was later found badly burned in her arms. She claimed she knew how to heal him, how to help, but the town knew tragedy had befallen since she arrived and so she was casted off to live on the woods, only to be visited by the town people who needed to be rid of nasty sickness or even women who had to rid of an unwanted child. It killed her inside to assist in this but it was the way she managed to live, to eat, she gave a service only, not believing in what she did, she just did it. And that is what had resulted of her, the hermit, the lone woman, the witch in the woods. 

Years went by and she was soon forgotten, not even the sick visited anymore, if she was lucky, she got a thirsty passenger through the woods looking for refuge, she’d get a short conversation and then she’d be left alone again, as the traveller ran afraid once they recognised who she was, the Witch. Seasons passed, the falling leaves being the only company she got. Days and nights grew larger and she drowned herself in her own studies, learning the extent of her own powers, knowing just how strong she was and waiting for the right moment to move on with her life, some place where she wouldn’t be taken for granted nor called a ‘Witch’. She knew the ways of the human body from anatomy books, the ones she got from her father when she was but a child. The human body was fascinating, it was a vial of life, every inch of a human being was something full of mysteries and she was determined to find the answers to move into a big city and help people the way she knew she was capable of helping. 

She now has dreams, hopes, and something to live for, something to keep her going on, to help her cope with that immortal life of hers. 

But it all changed one day.

It was a stormy, summer night, one of those she dreaded since she spent all night up looking for buckets to place under leaks on her roof, and she always thought on fixing the roof but she needed to go to town and, in the end, it was not worth the talks and attention. She could prevent water from getting on her floor but looking for dripping water in a dark night was hard, especially when candles kept being blown off by the wind that threw the windows open. But this particular night there was an unexpected surprise. The door pounded, filling the small cabin with the sound, the Witch looked at it and held to the staff laying on the table, she held it with both hands and stared at the door, taking a deep breath when she heard the insistent pound again. She walked to it, and, with a trembling hand, opened the door to find a hooded, trembly figure before her. 

The figure rose, meeting her eyes and the woman couldn’t hold a surprise gasp. 

The visitor was another woman, her skin was brown and her eyes were dark as her hair, she was soaked from the storm.

The woman instantly opened the door and greeted the traveller inside, she stared at her and closed the door the moment she walked in and pulled the hood off; her hair was ebony black and fell down her back up to her shoulders, she had some ethnic hair ornaments, she was clearly from some far away place.

“Thank you for letting me in.” The traveller’s voice suddenly snapped her out of her thoughts, her eyes moved to meet the stranger’s and she smiled softly.

“It’s all right, I have no heart to leave you out in a storm like this.”

She suddenly remembered the buckets picking the leaks, she could hear the water dripping and they possibly needed to be emptied already but she was far more interested in hearing the woman, who just stood still, as if waiting for any sort of instruction before acting, she seemed calm but alert, her eyes were so dark they appeared to be pitch black, and she looked fierce, determined, strong.

“Not many people open their doors for my kind.” She said in a strong accent.

“I’m not like many people.” The woman replied, the traveller smiled in response. “I am Angela.” She said and stretched her hand, the other woman took a moment before holding it and grasping the offered hand, Angela stared, waiting for a reply, she was concerned that at hearing her name the stranger would go, she had no idea how far her name had reached.

“My name is Fareeha.” The traveller answered and pulled the hood off, revealing her attire. She was wearing a soaked worn out shirt and pants, she pulled her hair to a side, and pressed the hood to the wet shirt, Angela’s eyes examined her thoroughly, starting from the dark locks of hair falling on her face to the curve of her shoulders, her chest, her abdomen. She was built, as if she were a worker of some kind, she was carrying with her a small bag, basically nothing, how long had she been travelling for? 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Fareeha.” What took her to say such words at that moment? She had no idea, it was probably her loneliness, having someone to talk to felt good, maybe she hoped for a friend, for someone who would keep her company. “I was about to make dinner, care to join?”

“If I may, My Lady, I am very hungry.”

“Please, call me Angela.” She interrupted, a soft smile drew across her face as the woman looked up to meet her sweet, blue eyes. 

Was she honest? This Angela? She seemed to care, the moment she brought a new attire to switch the wet clothes, when she guided her near the fireplace to sit to warm, she did seem to care. She didn’t get much of that, not with her condition. Being a woman from the far desert lands was not well received with people, they looked down on her and no one offered even a slice of bread for a hungry traveler. But this woman, Angela, she did seem to care. She was being real. 

They sat down to have dinner that night, not even thinking on the possibilities, on what feelings would grow between them. Fareeha was grateful, Angela was glad. 

Summer storms faded and autumn came, with it, the falling leaves and chilly winds announcing the soon to arrive winter. Fareeha had stayed, as Angela asked. The roof was now fixed and she taught the woman how to hunt and fight. Angela taught her about her studies and Fareeha listened attentively, interested to understand, but she mostly accepted the lessons because she saw a glimmer of excitement in Angela’s eyes whenever she started explaining. She cared for Angela, if she hadn’t received her that night, the storm would have gotten the best out of her. And Angela cared for Fareeha, for she now found someone who accepted her for who she was and actually stayed and seemed to mind her.

Autumn flew by, winter came, cold, damp wind hit Fareeha’s face the moment she stepped out to find wood to keep them warm, she took a deep breath and shuddered, suddenly the memory of the desert sun came to her; working under it, her mother hoping to find a better life for her than that of a slave, so she embarked her when she was only a child. Since then, she had travelled around the world and survived as she could, blaming her mother for her faults, for abandoning her instead of teaching her how to survive out there. She did everything on her own and she never minded. How different would her life be if she had stayed? Still working under that horrible sun, feeling the rough sand on her skin, the slap of the whip… 

“Is everything all right Fareeha?” She heard Angela’s soft voice calling to her and she looked up to find the cabin’s entrance before her, she had walked over there carrying the wood, lost in her thoughts. Angela hurried and took some logs in her arms, she dropped them and groaned, Fareeha couldn’t help but chuckle at the frown that appeared on the woman’s face, she had a hard time with heavy work and Fareeha had volunteered to do whatever was necessary to help fix the cabin or keep them comfortable, Angela would keep to her studies, cook for them both and teach Fareeha means to get food easier, where to hit the animals to not waste the best meat, and, of course, heal her wounds whenever she hurt doing something. That was the life they had, and they were good, they felt at peace. 

Fareeha smiled and knelt, holding the fallen logs back to her arms and she poked her tongue out. 

“I’ll take them inside, it will be much faster than to wait for you.” She teased as she looked to Angela, who stood with both hands placed on her hips and stared frowning.

“I can try, you know.” Fareeha shook her head.

“That’s all right, I’ll take these inside to start the fire.” Angela sighed but agreed, she opened the door and signalled the woman to step inside.

It took a while for the cabin to warm up, it wasn’t until after dinner, far after the sun fell, where they felt a slight comfort from the aching cold. The women sat before the fireplace, Angela wrapped around the fur cover, Fareeha rubbing her hands together, placing them before the fireplace. Both were silent, the only sound in that night were the wind, blowing through the windows and the crack of the fire on the wood. Fareeha closed her eyes for a moment, the thoughts she had earlier suddenly came back to her; she remembered her mother turning her back as she got in the ship that took her to a distant land, the hard times of her travels, the starving, the thirst, the pain… she sighed and turned to face Angela, she smiled softly as she looked at her; the blonde, long hair covered her face, her hands, not as strong as hers but soft and nimble, were holding to the cover wrapped around the slim figure. She looked beautiful next to the fire, her blue eyes reflecting the dancing flames, her lips slightly parted, breathing in, trying to retain the heat. Her stomach dropped as she saw the blonde woman brush her hair behind her ear to go back to that same position she had before. That slight movement, that second of action… 

Fareeha crawled towards Angela, holding the covers she had on her and placing them over the blonde’s shoulders, Angela looked at her, her brow furrowed, that same expression she made when she didn’t approve of something. Of course she wouldn’t want to leave Fareeha without covers, but Fareeha, on the other hand, felt she would survive and she could give Angela something if she thought the night was too cold.

But Angela responded by taking the cover, slowly moving until she was sitting near Fareeha, she wrapped the cover around both of them and leaned her head to rest to the woman’s shoulder. Fareeha looked down to Angela, she kept facing the fire before her, her eyes slightly closed. The wind behind them knocking on the windows, the fire crackling, flames still going high. Fareeha’s arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulder, the blonde sighed and moved closer, her figure now pressed to Fareeha’s. Angela sighed deeply, the warmth from the other woman’s skin was pleasant, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, noticing a faint scent of wood, it felt nice. To suddenly feel Fareeha’s fingers wrapped around her shoulder, stroking to bring heat, she smiled, her eyes still closed.

And she then looked up for a moment to find those dark eyes staring down at her. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes travelled down to the woman’s lips and she took a deep breath, her hand moved to the woman’s cheek, brushing the dark lock of hair behind her ears. Fareeha’ eyes smiled at her, Angela closed her own eyes and leaned forth, pressing her lips against Fareeha’s.

The kiss took her by surprise, Fareeha nearly gasped as those rosy lips pressed to hers, they were soft, inviting. She held Angela’s face, the covers sliding off their bodies and she kissed her back. Angela wrapped her arms around Fareeha’s firm waist, pulling her closer, she wouldn’t let go, she couldn’t. After so long of finding a meaning to life, this felt good, this felt right. 

Fareeha’s hands travelled down the woman’s body, reaching her back, she pulled her closer, feeling the blonde’s chest pressed against her own and pushed her face back for a moment. Angela smiled and brushed her nose against her cheek, her neck, placing soft kisses around the collarbone. 

Angela stood up suddenly, Fareeha shuddered, missing the warmth. She examined the blonde woman as this one undid the laces on her back, pulled her corset off slowly. Fareeha sighed deeply and bit her lip, her eyes focused on Angela’s hands, their swift movement. She stood before her, caressed her face with a hand and stared right into those deep, blue eyes; she found the much wanted approval and moved her hand to the gown lace, fingers slowly untying it. Angela shuddered but stared right to the woman’s dark gaze, pulling the gown off her shoulders until it felt down to reveal her bare chest.

Fareeha stared in awe, the cold suddenly seemed to have vanished and all they had was them, that moment. And they both felt, for the first time in their lives, happy.

The memory of that night was one that made her the happiest, that made her hope it would be well, that the nightmare she was now in would soon be over and they could go back to seeing each other next to the fireplace; tasting her lips, feeling the calloused fingers going on her skin gracefully. The warmth of her lover and the heat of the moment, since that night, it was more than just the joining of two bodies, it had been the joining of two souls, separated by cruel time for so long, but finally together. She kept that night in her memories, reliving it with every fallen snowflake, with the crack of the fire and the howl of the wind. If she tried hard enough, she could feel Fareeha holding on to her, but she’d then turn to find her gone, and then pain returned to remind her she was alone.

The moments after that night were magic, they both smiled, they both lived, they were happy together, they found that piece of life they were missing. And it felt like they could vanish from the world and it wouldn’t matter.

But they never thought on what would happen if only one of them went away. What would the one staying behind would feel. For, you see, it wasn’t allowed for a woman to fall for another woman. Just as it wasn’t allowed for a woman to know as much as Angela knew.

Someone spotted them out in the woods, hunting for the day’s food, they caught a rabbit and headed back to the cabin, unknowing of what would fall upon them. They skinned the animal and chatted as they ate dinner, Angela held to Fareeha’s hand, the woman stared at the blue eyes and smiled, they laughed and talked on going out after winter passed, packing what they could and go out on the world.   Travel around it and collect knowledge, Angela dreamt of the big cities where she could put to practise the notes on human bodies, to help needing people from sickness. That was their dream, to find those who needed aid in their lives and bring to them joy, to bring hope.

If only destiny wasn’t cruel and decided to knock on their door that same night. It was Fareeha who answered, and before she could even speak, she was being restrained by four men. 

Angela stood rapidly, the plates on the table shattering as they hit the floor from the sudden movement, she rushed to the door, demanding an explanation, the men pushed her away, she rushed once more to them. They pulled Fareeha out the house, covering her mouth as they could, trying to hold the woman tight as she kicked to be released. A large group stood outside their cabin, their sanctuary, Angela ran to the men, pulling them away from Fareeha. A large man punched her, the blonde fell on the dirt and sighed, her chest feeling heavy, uncertain, this was a bad dream, it had to be. She looked to Fareeha, who was getting tied to a post, she screamed Angela’s name, the blonde was on the verge of tears, Fareeha stayed strong, looking at her beloved, her eyes set to find Angela’s blue gaze. 

The blonde woman rushed to her once more, getting a slap from one of the women in the group. Torches and smoke filled the area, she couldn’t see full faces, only what the fire showed, making them eerie figures in what was her darkest hour. She stood once more, running towards Fareeha, when she felt strong hands around her arms, pulling her, grasping her tight, it hurt but all she cared was pulling the woman out of that pillar. They were throwing sticks underneath, Angela sobbed, she looked to find Fareeha’s eyes and shook her head, desperately trying to release the clutches men held over her, she stared at Fareeha once more, tears falling down her face, she cried her name, hoping that would be enough, she cried and cried, her eyes swollen but never leaving Fareeha’s. The crowd behind chanting, screaming, roaring: “Burn the demon!“ 

Burn the demon…

But Angela felt desperate inside, she felt useless, she needed to save Fareeha, she needed to release herself. She pushed and pushed but they wouldn’t let go. She heard Fareeha call her name and looked up to her; the dark hair fell to her sides, those dark eyes still smiled at her like they always did and her lips turned to a side smile as she spoke, secure, firm, calm: “I love you Angela.”

Then it was darkness, and the warmth of the fire on her skin.

Angela looked up to the bright, full moon and sighed, a couple of years fell down her face and she pursed her lips. She had spent years trying to find a way to see her again, to bring her beyond just her memories, she wanted Fareeha back to her and tonight, was the night. The staggering wind blew on her face, she closed her eyes and breathed in, stretching her hand before her as the first snowflake fell on her palm. It was time. And she was more than ready.

She went inside her cabin, her hair fallen on her face, her eyes tired from endless nights reading. A ‘witch’, they called her. A witch they’d get. One willing to do whatever it took to bring the lover they had ripped off her hands back to life, just to see her at least one last time.

She grabbed her staff and walked before the fireplace, her fingers brushing the pages of the large book she kept in front of the fire. She looked down, the memory of that night still imprinted within her. She closed her eyes, focused on Fareeha’s arms around her, her lips over hers, their legs entwined in what seemed a practiced choreography, the sound of her name coming from her throat as they climaxed, the way their bodies forgot the cold and fell together curled before the crackling fire. 

Angela chanted the words she learned, tears fell down her eyes as the scent of wood came to her, Fareeha’s scent coming to memory, she wanted her, she needed her. “My servants never die.” She chanted and closed the large book, the flames growing larger, as if responding to the words, the wind howled stronger, the windows wanting to shut open, hitting against each, fire crackling and candles off from the swirls of wind the slightly open of windows let in.

Then everything went quiet. Angela fell on her knees to watch the flames lower to nearly die, the cabin suddenly falling to darkness. 

And then, a thud on the door.