The Three-in-One.

@lxvlss​ asked  “  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”

Cheryl Blossom was no saint and the eldest Blackwood would not be the fool in saying that she was perfect either. No, Cheryl Blossom was complicated and hurt, and had spent far too long being beaten into a monster that others felt they needed to justify their anger and hatred.

It was no wonder that the woman felt that she was unbearably ugly; that she felt like she was unlovable despite craving it so dearly.

“If you are trying to scare me away like all the other weak willed people in your life, it will not work.” Prudence retorts with a tenderness to her expression as fingers reach out to ghost over Cheryl’s arm and take hold of her hand. “You are not a monster to me and I will not shame you for the darker parts of your heart.”

Not when her own was stained filthy black for her own errors and idiocy. 

“I will stay because, unlike every mortal that has come before me, I will love you for the light and dark that rests within you. I will not judge you for crimes that are not yours nor hold you to standards most unreasonable for someone such as yourself.”

@wyrdsysters​ asked “You-… I look at you and sometimes, I see a ghost of someone else.” Agatha frowns, peering at Cheryl though her eyes could focus on nothing but the distant memory of Dorcas’ smile.

the smile which stretched over painted lips quickly fell; a frown tugging, cheryl’s expression fell completely. for what was once a moment of bliss between the pair, laughter rang out as cheryl had her head tipped back. the redhead’s legs were thrown over agatha’s lap, their hands coiled together, sprawled across one of the many couches of thornhill.

but as quickly as the joyous air came, it went away. extinguished.

confusion was written across cheryl’s face, brows knitting together as she sat up to bring agatha closer. a comforting squeeze was offered to their entangled hands.

“min-min…” it was habit that the nickname fell from the tip of her tongue. thought in spite of the false identity, it only made it more personal for cheryl. this was a nickname between them and nobody else would ever call her by it. call her possessive, but she liked the sound of being the only one.

“agatha? who do i remind you of?”

➵  ( unprompted. / accepting. )  

There is a bitterness to her mouth as if it were full of ash to merely consider saying her name; even think of how she perished and how Agatha felt the pressure of responsibility settle upon her chest and suffocate her.

She had not meant to ruin their moment... Not when each one was short and fleeting in the moments they could steal. It felt wasteful to squander it on the past...

“It-...” Agatha’s tongue was lead, a swallow taken as her eyes dart away then back. “She was an old... friend. She looked similar to you a-and... she loved me like you do.” 

@lxvlss​ asked “ upset? why would i be upset? ”

Some days... Some days, Prudence had to wonder why she dealt with fickle women. Even more so, why she dealt with sarcastic women and she had to ponder more so if this is why she strictly dealt with tormenting men because it was infinitely easier to destroy a man than a woman.

That being said, women were divine creatures and Prudence did appreciate every woman that crossed her path in her own ways. Some were hailed with the utmost of respect whilst others were revered as if Hecate, herself, embodied them.

That sounded just a little like heresy...

“Your snide reaction tells me enough, Cheryl.” Prudence sighs deep enough that she is confident that half her soul has escaped in the process. “Could you not, for once, be honest with me about how you actually feel or are you too repressed into your trauma that you feel I am untrustworthy with your heart?”

There was some certain heaviness with knowing that Cheryl kept her at arms reach and it stung that bit more in knowing that there was cause for such things but that she didn’t trust Prudence enough to let her close despite the care and affection they had shared. 

“Have I not proven myself to you enough that you do not have any faith in me? Have I not yet proven my conviction to you?” There is teeth bore briefly, frustration oozing through as searing hot memories of so called family streaks her thoughts. “You love me, Cheryl Blossom, and yet you are too afraid of where that might go to even try to commit fully and I am not willing to accept a partial devotion when I deserve more.”

“So, I leave you with this-...” Prudence exhales through her nose, eyes shutting as she watches the red-head; the beautiful yet so very infuriating red-head. “You can continue to hiss and howl at me as if your distress is my fault... Or you can admit that you are afraid and we can conquer it together.”

witch. the label seemed right and off all at the same time. cheryl bristled; her defenses flaring and it was taking everything to not snap at the woman before her. that would be the easy route to take – to last out verbally and shove the girl from the grounds of thornhill.

and as badly as she wanted to, the maple heiress had the feeling it wouldn’t exactly work in her favour.

a tightly held purse of lips formed into a frown, cheryl searched over prudence’s face with the intent of finding a source of threat. or lie. anything to give her a reasoning to act. a crease, a twitch, any micro-expression that would lead cheryl to either trust, or validate the growing distrust she already held.

“well, i can assure you that the only ones who roam these grounds are the dead.” tensing with every movement prudence advanced on, cheryl set her jaw. “you’d be wasting your time searching any further.”

taking a glance between the set-up of candles and sigils. aspects of the elements returned her look and for a moment cheryl felt calm. for as long as it took to turn her attention back towards the trespasser the tension in her muscles settled – but the hackles never lowered.

“this is none of your business.”

Her hazel set eyes remained upon the small cult-like set up on the ground as her brain whirred into life trying to assign it some sort of origin or meaning to this particular array of candles as well as the other items littered and abandoned to the earth now.

“Perhaps it is the dead that I am looking for.” Prudence purred back, stopping just short of touching distance with this red-haired stranger. 

There is a touch of arrogance to her; an aura of all knowing and it had been ever present during the conversation. It accented Prudence’s every word and action... and it all vanished in a brief flicker of gut wrenching realisation. Vainly, she kept her claws into a glimmer of hope that she was merely misinformed and prayed she had not made error.

“It is dangerous to play in the occult when you do not know what you are doing. I would be careful making offerings to things you don’t understand, something might answer.” Only now do her eyes lift, finally, back to Cheryl but lacking that snugness; a hard curiosity lives there with accents of genuine uncertainty. 

There was a piece of this puzzle that she did not have and did not understand.  Yet, Prudence was weighing that she might actually care to try.

@hllfiire​ asked  “  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

There was something incredibly distressing about seeing Sabrina Spellman crack; something about seeing the strongest person you know, the person who has been through hell and back, start to break from the duress they are under.

When you look up to that person, you put them on a pedestal and label them untouchable, and Sabrina Spellman was exactly that.

She was the goal. She was the girl who beat the impossible odds and got the best of everything that she wanted. 

She was the aspiration.  ‘If Sabrina Spellman could do it, so could I.’

“That feeling that you have now?” Prudence carefully responds, closing the space between them to gently lay a hand over the other Witches heart. “That, exactly there, is why you will not turn to any darker side nor lose your way. You have a mortal heart and that prevents you from losing yourself to the dark lord and everything that will come after.”

“There is no other person upon this planet that could face everything that you have and succeed, Sabrina, and you will continue to do so."

basic  motivations.

survival.   /   fear.   /   curiosity.   /   guilt. /   desire.   /   (in)stability.

“noble”  motivations.

love.   /   family.   /   loyalty.   /   honor.   /   obedience.   /   faith.   /   vengeance.   /   (in)equality.   /   (un)fulfillment.

negative  motivations.

rage.   /   trickery.   /  pride.  /   greed.   /   revenge.   /   lust.   /   envy.

fearful  motivations.

death/dying.   /   humiliation.   /   dishonor.   /   pain.   /   rejection.   /   loss.   /   regret. /   shame.

bonus.

@lxvlss​ asked  “ you’re hot. and i’m bored. ”

There is a languid arch of Prudence’s brow and a singular preying smirk that coils across the woman’s face as Cheryl speaks. She knows well what the Blossom heir’s preference is and she knows very well what her type is.

“I know.” Is her simple and easy reply as the witch leans back into the snug chair she was sat in; an open invitation offered in the form of a small pat to her lap. She is keenly aware of what Cheryl wants and is not ashamed to acknowledge that those wants also align with her own; regardless of the snaking feelings at the pit of her stomach that threaten to consume her whole. 

If she could not have Cheryl Blossom in heart then body would do as substitute, she supposed. Even if it were only for one night and for the sake of curing boredom...

@lxvlss​ asked  “  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”

“Tormenting mortal boys again?” Oh, Cheryl was speaking her love language in such a dulcet tone that Prudence could not help but lean forwards with a coy grin. The devil be damned, she would raise some hell with this woman if no one else would. “Cheryl, dear, you know I am always down to make men miserable.”

If ever there came a day when she refuted such an offer then let the False Gods smite her down upon the ground she stood. 

with her jaw tensing, it was an internal fight against every fiber to keep from taking a step back for each that this woman took forward. hands clenching at her side, cheryl forced down the cry as the action aggravated the welting skin. that could be looked at later–

“so you make a habit of trespassing.” the scoff was evident in her tone. every inch of her body rigid. “one would expect a lock would be enough to deter most unwanted guests.”

cheryl’s gaze allowed for a simple once over. (although her eyes lingered far too long to be deemed as a simple once over) inwardly cursing herself for abandoning her archery kit back at Thornhill─ when would she learn to not wander into the woods unarmed?

prior engagements forgotten. a deep breath soothed the growing panic settling beneath her chest, cheryl shifted her weight. witchcraft and prayer wouldn’t help her in a situation against another – it was with a calculated raise a brow and twitch of painted lips that the Blossom heiress took on the offense with a step forward and clipped words.

“so, strange woodland nymph, why don’t you begone. this is private property.”

‘Strange woodland nymph’. Well, that was oddly complimentary, Prudence supposed though if she had to guess, it was likely meant as an insult given by how tense the woman was before her. It was like a spring coil pressed to it’s stressing point, begging for release...

She could offer that... A needle poked press to cause this stranger to shatter.

No ground was gained and no ground was lost as Prudence merely observed with a nasty amount of amusement snaking just below the skin as the young witchling took steps towards her; much akin to a tiny cub’s fur heckling and sharp hisses given. 

“There is no need for such hostility, I am merely looking for someone and once I find them, I will leave.” Only then did Pru move; slow and methodically towards the Blossom woman. “So calm down, little witch. I am not here for you and unless you try anything, I am plenty incline to let you merely... walk back to your little spell circle and your candles.”

Lilith’s small, tight flicker of a smile was dangerous despite its subtlety as  she looked at Prudence, giving no actual verbal response to the…’pet guard dog’ comment. Silence reigned for a moment as she decided to gauge the girl, to judge just what, precisely, she made of her and her comment. Knowing the girl would wait for a reply, that she wouldn’t feel the….complete freedom to simply leave, Lilith held the silence a little bit longer, before finally taking a breath to answer. 

“No,” She told her, speaking through that same dangerous red smile, “A guard dog is, essentially, kept on a leash. Just as I believe Father Blackwood keeps you”

It was important to know that she had started this sparring of words with her initial snide comment aimed at a Witch who was very likely far more skilled than she was. It hadn’t stopped her picking those fights before but on the grounds of the Unseen Academy? 

And with Father Blackwood very likely watching?

The red hot welt of the words sank deep; and they were correct in their intent. Anger bubbled to mask over the pain that flashed fast across Prudence’s eyes, jaw set though she exhales the anger through her nose and smiles with far too many teeth showing.

“If it is leashes we are speaking of, I pity you for being chained to the Spellman's by whatever force you may call it.” Duty and obligation be it to the Spellman's or more, was just another form of noose around the neck. “A willing dog is much worse than one bent to will.”