#Suncatcher beaded curtain

[vidals-harkness]

i’ll come back to you (lilia calderu)

summary: lilia meets agatha, and has to convinve you--her inexhaustible 'stray' baby witch--to allow her, before she embarks on a journey to the witch's road.

fic type: angst/fluff

pairings: lilia calderu x fem!child!reader (family)

warnings: reader invading agatha's personal space, some crying, so much soft lilia you might just weep <3

word count: 1.4k

Afternoons in the sleepy town of Westview were very often uneventful.

A gentle breeze carded through the curtains, ruffling the papers on the table, eviction notice included. The birds twittered faintly outside, along the cars which rolled past with a steady, quiet rumble. The windchimes jingled softly, caught in the wind's dance, the suncatchers on the windows casting tiny rainbows on the hardwood floors.

The kettle rattled as you kept an eye on it like Lilia had asked. Beside it, a pot stood full of dinner--contents of it long gone cold.

Through the quaint shop in the front, you heard a jingle. You reached up and switched off the kettle, following Lilia as she took her place through the beaded curtain.

The front room, or, the shop, was lit with candles, Lilia's magic keeping them from overheating the place. The scent of essential oils and incense was strong, but comforting. You took your place beside the nearby shelves, ready to help Lilia.

"Welcome to the curious," she said mystically as two people--a boy and a woman who had a strange energy around her. You didn't like it. Or rather it took you longer than usual to get used to it.

"Good day, madam," said the woman in a thick Southern accent. "Oh, thank you so much for seein' us,"

"You look strange," you admitted, coming up to her and touching her shawl.

"Y/n, sweet little, if you could please step away," Lilia smiled, noting the look of scorn and disgust on Agatha's face as she yanked the shawl out of your grasp. Trying to quell the situation, she added, "Don't mind my apprentice, she is young, a bit too curious sometimes,"

"That'll get her in a few spats," Agatha muttered, hissing at you like a cat, making you frown.

"Y/n, can you go out back, find me my special deck of tarot cards?” Lilia smiled, looking at you pointedly.

You nodded immediately, rushing out back to find the special deck--the one which felt like her, the one which made you feel safe.

"Miss L--huh?" You skipped back to the reading room, to find her nowhere to be seen.

You heard pained yelling from the kitchen and saw her--golden aura around her head like a halo, making you concerned. You hurried over, tugging at her sleeve for her attention.

"Miss Lilia," you whispered, poking her slightly. "It's just your mind, it's making up silly stuff,"

She took a deep breath, smiling down at you. "You're such a darling, sweet little," she chuckled.

"So you’re a bit of a kook. Every witch has their process," Agatha butted in. "You showed some real skill out there,"

"I didn’t read your fortune. I read your reputation," Lilia said, turning to her, placing a hand on your chest to push you behind her protectively. "Witches like you are the reason people think we poison apples, and steal children, and eat babies,"

"You eat babies, Miss Lilia?" You gasped, looking up at her, tiny brows furrowed with worry.

Her nose scrunched a bit as she smiled and shook her head. "No, sweet little, I don't,"

"I do," said Agatha. "Babies are delicious,"

"Ugh," Lilia groaned, going over to the stove to start with dinner.

You went over to Agatha where she sat on the sofa, poking at her inquisitively. "I've never met a baby-eating witch before..."

The chaos witch made a face at you. Despite her ease around children, you made her regret ever having an affinity towards them. "No, shoo, get away," she said, flicking your nose.

"Ow!" You exclaimed, pushing her shoulder.

"Y/n," Lilia warned without turning around. "What did I say about space?"

Agatha made that hissing noise at you again, which you countered with a blown raspberry before you stood next to Lilia again.

"How old are you? 410? 415?" Agatha asked, giving the older witch a once-over.

She turned sharply, offended. "How dare you?"

"Oh, I apologize," she chuckled in return. "You don’t look a day under 450,"

"Years old?" Teen asked, baffled.

"Mhm, Miss Lilia is very old," you nodded at him, which earned you a sharp but gentle smack upside the head.

"You get, what, maybe two suckers a day in here, and 20 bucks later, you’re sitting on a bed that’s also your wall," Agatha pointed out, her hand gesturing at the bed you and LIlia shared. Which, to be honest, was indeed a bed that was also a wall.

Agatha stood up, trying her hardest to convince her. "Don’t you miss the glory days?"

"When I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy?" Lilia asked, heading towards the kitchen. "No, I do not. Beat it, Harkness,"

"Yeah, beat it, Harkness," you said, crossing your arms to give Agatha a once-over.

"Tell your familiar to watch it," Agatha snapped.

"Absolutely not, you heard her," Lilia scoffed. "Beat it,"

"I’m gonna walk The Road," she finally admitted.

"The Road is a death wish,"

"I survived,"

"Yeah? Where’s your power now?"

A beat passed. She'd hit a nerve.

"Time to restock," she countered finally. "I need a Divination Witch,"

"Are you honestly asking me to coven up with the single most infamous witch on this continent?" Lilia laughed.

"Oh, please. Name a badder bitch in South America, or Europe," Teen said, crossing his arms.

Lilia gave him a look, scrutinising him. "Who is this child?"

Before he could reply, Agatha butted in. "My pet. This is my pet. Say hi, pet,"

Looking like he'd have rather swallowed nails, he sighed, "Hi,"

"Hi, pet!" You smiled, giving him a high-five.

"Y/n, sweet little, why don't you go play outside?" Lilia asked, patting your head gently, her gaze fixated on Agatha's.

You huffed, but nevertheless obeyed, grabbing a stick to play with as you went outside of the shop to play in the empty street outside.

Eventually, Agatha left with a disgruntled hiss at you, which you again countered with a raspberry, stomping back inside.

The candles were dimmed, and there came the sounds of Lilia singing soft Sicilian love songs in the kitchen. The pot bubbled, the refrigerator hummed, the lights buzzed and flickered.

"Sweet little, would you be a dear and set the table for me, please?" Lilia asked with a soft smile, turning to you, her song ceasing momentarily.

You nodded, grabbing the plate for yourself and placing it on the table. You sensed a variation in her energy, and asked, "Miss Lilia, why was Miss Harkness asking about the Witch's Road?"

Lilia paused, plating up the pasta she'd made. Her expression was thoughtful as she sat, handing you a fork.

"Well...Miss Agatha needs me for a sort of...plan that she has," she explained as you started to eat.

"Why does she need you?" You asked, swinging your legs a little as you ate happily.

Lilia's heart swelled--such an adorable thing you were, and she'd have to leave it behind. She didn't want to, but she had to.

"The process to begin the plan involves me, sweet little," she said, standing up as you did, too, plate in hand.

"You're super important then," you said, yawning a little. Afternoon nap time.

"Mhm," she hummed, scooping you up in her arms, grinning aas you squealed. "Super important,"

"I think that's so cool, Miss Lilia," you giggled softly.

"Problem is, sweet little, I'll be gone for some time," she whispered, laying down with you in bed, you flat on your b ack while she lay on her side, head propped up on her fist.

Your heart stopped. "G-Gone?" You whimpered, hand coming up to grip her shawl. "I don't want you gone,"

Her heart broke. "I know my little dove," she said, stroking your hair soothingly. "But I'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"No, no, no," you shook your head, tears streaming down your soft cheeks. "You're not gonna go!"

Lilia was quick to pull you close, your head on her chest as she soothed you by rubbing your back in gentle circles. "I have to go, sweet little, but don't fret, I'll come back..."

"But--but--" you began to protest, but her voice was firm.

"I will return to you," she said. "Have I ever broken my promise?"

You sniffled and shook your head. "N-No, Miss Lilia,"

"Have I ever lied?" She asked, making you face her, one hand wiping your tears.

You shook your head again. "N-No, Miss Lilia..."

"Precisely," she chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I'll come back to you, I promise,"

You nodded, eyes drooping as she rocked you to sleep, your worries washing away slowly as the tide of drowsiness dragged them away. One thought was what kept you content, one simple thought.

She'll come back to you.

hi my bao buns! jace here! i'm so sorry i've been mia for so long, but i'm back now! i would like to thank my anon bao buns as well as @lilia-caldareyou and @evildin0saur for motivating me to write again <3 thank you all!

love, jace

[gloamingdawn]

May DWC Day 2 - Temperance/Gluttony

Lyn had never been a paragon of temperance, but every time she set foot inside the manor house on the Tel’vaiel estate lands she felt like she must be on par with the more reverent Sisters of the Light she’d heard humans talk about on occasion. The opulence was always a little staggering; there were enough rooms to house multiple families worth of people, and perhaps that had been the case at some point in its lifespan, but the past few years the only resident had been the Lady herself. 

Keranna Zerine, a former noblewoman in her own right, was head of house here and led Lyn through the still foreign corridors that glittered in the sunlight let in by the vast windows and open terraces. Chandeliers dripped with faceted glass prisms that caught the light and scattered it, casting brilliant rainbows onto the ceilings and gauzy silk curtains. The glassworks here were well known, most of the vials in the clinic bore the Tel’vaiel stamp of provenance and she’d seen pretty little suncatchers and stained glass pieces around the city that held the same distinction. 

She’d only been here a few times, most of those in the last couple of days, but every time she passed from the corridor and into the private drawing room it struck her that Lady Tel’vaiel’s personal quarters were bigger than her entire house. But she was here to work, and not to judge. 

Lady Tel’vaiel pushed herself up in bed a little as she and Keranna stepped in; her color was better than it had been previously, but she still looked tired. Drawn too thin among her nest of sumptuous silk blankets and vibrant plush pillows. Still, she’d put on a richly embroidered dressing gown, the metallic stitches accented with little sewn in gems and glimmering glass beads and sat as regal as her ailment would allow in the presence of outside company. Pride was something Lyn understood. “What news, then, Doctor Gloamingdawn?” 

Lyn had a seat in a chair that could probably keep her fed for a year if she sold it and settled her bag in her lap so she could get out the pages of written instructions and a small army of potion vials, “Nothing too alarming; your collapse wasn’t due to an onset of hemolytic anemia like you feared, your blood cell count is normal. There were higher traces of arcane oxidization, though, and I suspect overtaxing your reserves is the culprit. What are you working on for the Magistry right now?” 

“Ah, well, that’s better news than I was expecting. My work is for the Regency and is quite confidential,” the Lady fidgeted with a ring that had caught Lyn’s eye in Talon’s mercenary camp, the purple stone set in the center contained the fragment of a soul that longed to be set free and her Val’kyr calling itched to do so, but Fiorenze’s voice stayed bright as she continued, “What am I to do, then?” 

“Take a few days off and relax, try not to use magic if possible. I know you come from a storied line of magi but you found a limit and need to respect that if you intend to stay healthy and not have your hair color shift further,” the shock of white in the Lady’s bangs had already increased by an inch on the left, as clear a sign of arcane overuse if there ever was one, “I’ve written out a short treatment plan, and brought with me some low-dose mana potions that you need to take with your meals for the next three days. I also think you should break that soulstone, you’re not whole without that piece and it is going to continue to affect your health long term if you keep pushing yourself in your work the way you have been,” Lyn said, perhaps a little stearner than she’d meant to, as she set the papers and potions on the gilt nightstand nearby. 

Lady Tel’vaiel’s hand closed over her ring protectively as she shook her head, “Unless you intend to become my personal Val’kyr, similar to Sylvanas’ nine, it stays where it is as insurance. I take it that ‘relaxing’ is meant to limit my physical activity as well? No terribly strenuous work?” 

Her shoulders itched at the mention of the Nine sisters and Lyn frowned a little. She’d made the suggestion but couldn’t force the issue, “Correct, nothing strenuous until you’ve run the course of the potions. I am concerned that you could develop hemolytic anemia if you aren’t careful. It does run in your family and stress like this can trigger it, but for now it’s a lesser issue.” 

“Well, that’s agreeable enough. I’ve been meaning to do a little more reading in my gardens of late and it seems like now is no better time. Thank you, Doctor Gloamingdawn. Keranna will call on you again when you’re needed,” the Lady’s eyes flicked past her and to the door where her head of house was waiting, “If you could, please escort the Doctor out?” 

Lyn certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

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[ezilebaybusuainn]

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