This is an ongoing collection of drabbles/short fics I've been writing on Tumblr. I thought it would be easier to collect them all in one place. Unless noted, assume they're all unconnected. There are several different pairings represented and I take requests [see profile for info.]
Zoe burns. Misty can feel her calling out, reaching out towards her, pulling at her soul until Misty has no choice but to follow where Zoe might lead her. It burns like fire, like the scorching flames that took her life, and consumes her entire world. She wonders if there is a limit on resurgence and if she has moved into the single digits. Surely she is running of of life to give herself and Zoe.
Misty swears that it will not happen again. Zoe will not come in. If she does not come in, then she cannot leave and take Misty's whole heart with her, cannot rip Misty's heart out of her chest and leave her a seared and scarred corpse, fingers tingling, flames licking at her neck.
She will be strong. She will be Stevie after Fleetwood Mac. She will be Bella Donna and The Wild Heart. Zoe will come around and she will be "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" and "Stand Back."
Misty will not need a tribe. She will be better without one. It will hurt less.
There's a knock at the door, soft, gentle, almost teasing. She wonders if the hands on the other side of the door can tease in other ways.
Misty is hopeful. She doesn't want to be. She doesn't want to hope that this time will be different, that Zoe will stay, that they will create their own coven from their combined powers. They can be better together, she knows it.
Zoe opens the door, pushes it in carefully. Her hair enters before the rest of her, long strands of light gold swaying as she leans to peak her head around the door.
Misty sits up.
"Hey," Zoe says. She smiles and Misty is gone.
Zoe leaves again, much later, after the sun has gone down and the moon is big and bright in the night sky. She lets Zoe go. She is "Dreams" and "Storms." She is "Gypsy." She is burning.