_{grcws ⤷ poison.}

   “_{they call you witch.}” 

_{she toys with the word —- weighing out the positives & negatives of it’s spoken implication . there’s  nothing outright given ,  her lips have hung onto it since it free fell from them . ivy saw & felt the doubts of mankind , over anything different — anything t h e m .} 

_{looking up , her fingers running through thin strings of larkspur , & snapdragons ; all of which have shifted to a deep shade of scarlet . she looks up to her counterpart , admiration just a flash of green away ….} 

    _{“ what do you say to them ?”}

_@nexusbeing

_{❝i don’t say anything.❞   witch was her namesake. once treated as a curse to be spit at her, now reclaimed. she was all: mother of demons, mother of flies —- palms turned upward as if in offering. the center blossoming with power the color of blood.   ❝i am a witch, proudly so – many slander that title. over the years, i’ve found it quite easy to ignore such inconsequential voices.❞}

_{dual green gazes meet, mirroring each other’s in equal parts intrigue and mystery. wanda let’s the look break, eyes trailing across her companion’s stunning form.   ❝they would call you witch, too. as they would any other powerful woman —- a witch in their eyes. we are the other. something they can’t comprehend.❞}