[ She knows you're there, lurking in the shadows like she's done in the past. Agatha's been sitting in her chair for a few hours now, a glass of wine long abandoned on the table beside her. She'd had no plans tonight besides sulking and stewing over the curse thing, the lost years of her life, and the Scarlet Witch.
And now, here was another thing to make her night...something. She doesn't turn around to look, knowing what she'll find there. And she knows that it will weaken her, like it always does, when she sees her face.
And tonight she feels like being resolute and not letting the other woman see the sway that she has over her. She's been trying to shake free of that for so, so long and she's failed each other time.
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