#scarletthrone

       ‘ honestly, it figures. ‘ he’d sat himself down on the edge of a lake, wanting to be alone while simultaneously desperate for someone to talk to. he’d been rolling a pebble between his fingers for about twenty minutes, his father’s shield sitting beside him. he didn’t want to look at it, really, not now. ‘ it figures i would make it to another world, only for both of them to be dead. again. ‘ he’d just wanted to meet them. to talk to them even if they didn’t know him, even if he wasn’t their son in this world. ‘ the multiverse sucks. ‘

How long had she been stuck within Westview, left without memories from the time before? Truthfully, Agatha wasn't sure. It all came flooding back within an instant the moment delicate digits press against her temple, releasing the witch from the other's spell. An exceptionally wicked grin now etches into her features, scanning Wanda's form as she stoof before her. Her outfit is certainly different, darker and more sinister. Her fingers, blackened as Agatha's had become over the years. She had been reading the Darkhold, she had been practicing Chaos Magic. It's contents had certainly taken hold of the Scarlet Witch she once knew. How perfectly excellent.

@scarletthrone​ asked: a kiss after grabbing the other’s arm and pulling them back close |  another kiss prompt

Lena had to work up the nerve for this. Before Wanda, she had never had any experience with dating or even kissing. Hell, she didn’t even know if Wanda reciprocating her feelings was all in her head but she couldn’t be a coward. 

She was a Stark, dammit! Starks aren’t cowards!

Swallowing, she reached over and gently grabbed Wanda’s arm, pulling her away from the sink and closer to her. “ Wanda, I- “ She cut herself off, staring at the witch, tongue wetting her lips as her heartbeat picked up. She could do this, and if Wanda rejected her, hopefully they could at least keep being friends. 

troye wasn’t sure what was happening to her. she had been having weird dreams and day visions lately with someone who looked exactly like her and yet, was not her at all. this person seemed to haunt her day and night and no matter what she did, they kept coming back. however, she wasn’t about to let her kids know about that. for all troye knew, it could be some odd trick that the gods decided to play on her, she was a demigod, after all. her husband, oliver, had some sort of sense that something was going on but he never had those day visions like she did. he didn’t understand. 

it was a fairly normal wednesday. the kids were at school, husband was at work, and she was in her at-home pottery studio working on some pieces for her clients. that was when that weird sense struck her again. like she was being watched. like she was being followed. troye stopped in her tracks, near her pottery wheel, and when she took a deep breath, she could have sworn there was a small gust of air on her neck. 

“i can feel you!” she exclaimed before whipping around and facing whoever it was. 

and whoever it was, was the same person that kept popping up in her dreams. the same red-headed leather cladded woman that seemed to be an identical copy of her. troye almost had to laugh. 

@scarletthrone​     ||      DRUIG  &  WANDA

@scarletthrone​​​ said: the things that are happening here are above my paygrade .