The two women practically leapt out of the shop, impatient to find out what they would do next. The street was now crowded, and Misty held the other woman's hand firmly and lead her through the crowd, making sure she didn't let go of her. Cordelia stopped suddenly, causing the swamp with to turn around.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked with a small smirk, raising her eyebrows. Misty simply smiled as a response, she pulled Cordelia closer as an attempt not to lose sight of her.
They both made their way through and soon ended up in a much less busy street. Slowing down their pace, they stopped in front of a small café, letting go of each other for a moment. Cordelia followed Misty inside, shifting her hand to the woman's back and pushing her softly so she'd go in first. Misty turned around to take the witch's hand as they entered the coffee shop.
The energy that radiated from their connection was magical, dazzling like a ray of sunshine, which caused more than one person to turn around and stare at them. Slightly blushing, they walked to the back of the café, looking for a quiet place to sit. Misty spotted a booth in the corner and glanced at the witch suggestively. Cordelia nodded and swiftly seated herself on the sofa as the swamp witch lifted her shawl slightly so that she could sit comfortably. They both remained silent for a moment, gazing at each other.
Cordelia absent-mindedly placed her hand on Misty's, gently caressing it. She smiled sweetly before she looked down, trying to hide the fact that her cheeks were reddening. The woman opposite her reached across the table to tilt her chin up, pouting sweetly as she looked her in the eye. Bambi eyes looked back at her, the woman was now blushing fiercely as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.
The touch of the other witch made a light spark, causing them both to briefly feel a little dizzy. The chemistry between them was so powerful that they both seemed to lose sight of what was happening around them. They were sinking into a place which felt like a different dimension, where time seemed to be an illusion. The warm and charming atmosphere prevailing in this place made the moment even more enchanting, and neither of them were willing to escape. It seemed as if they were two lost souls which had finally found a purpose.
Misty grinned sheepishly, completely lost in brown eyes as a waitress walked up to their table, momentarily interrupting their connection.
"Are you ready to order?" Cordelia looked up and glanced at the taller woman.
"Sure." Misty replied shyly, her sight going back down to her fidgeting fingers. Her face lit up as Cordelia looked at her with stronger intent, she couldn't help but grin at the witch's sparkly eyes.
"I'll have… hum… what's a chai latte?" Misty questioned the café employee, gathering her thoughts as she went through the menu. Nodding throughout the elaborate answer, she tried to concentrate on the waitress's word, but simply couldn't take her eyes off of the gorgeous woman sitting just across her. Just a shot away from me.
"Well, let's try that!" Misty came back to reality. Her enthusiastic tone made Cordelia smirk a little, she couldn't get enough of her. She was full of life, so radiant, and that was trait that the supreme truly admired.
"And I'll have a cinnamon spice latte" Cordelia spoke softly. "With almond milk please."
The waitress nodded in acknowledgement and hurried to the counter, leaving the two women alone again. Blond locks swayed gingerly, Misty shifted slightly on her seat, not daring to say a word. Cordelia gathered a strand of hair behind her ear, all sorts of thoughts running through her mind. All she wished for was to get if only a little closer to the curly haired witch.
The waitress soon arrived with their beverages, placing them on the table and vanishing almost instantly. Cordelia watched the woman walk away, eyes quickly coming back to the sight for sore eyes sitting opposite her, she thought.
Misty grinned in content at the sight of the drink, overexcited about the fact of tasting something new. She downed half of the cup in a few seconds, gulping noisily, while Cordelia watched her with amusement. Misty looked up, soon realising what was causing the giggling.
"Sorry." She mumbled, shifting around on her seat and fiddling with her shawl in a nervous manner.
Cordelia took her hand in hers and squeezed it slightly. "That's okay, it was kind of cute." She spoke faster than she had expected, her cheeks immediately turning red.
Misty started to blush and put down her drink. Cordelia took a sip of her latte and watched the swamp witch lick her lips to wipe off the foam, fascinated by the woman's shimmering eyes. She seemed so innocent and just acted naturally, the Supreme could see that her soul was pure of all dark magic. Is this real or am I just dreaming? She wondered.
"So, maybe you could hum… tell me a little bit about yourself? Cordelia asked, laughing in embarrassment. She wanted to learn more about the fascinating woman sitting before her, but definitely didn't want to be too intrusive or sound indiscrete. She barely knew anything about her, yet deep down, it felt like they'd know each other for ever.
"Sorry, I'm not very good at this." She said with a smile. Misty smiled back at her, relieved to hear that the woman was about as nervous as she was. Cordelia's smile was honest, Misty could tell, and that made her feel a little bit more at ease.
"Well, I've been living here for almost two years now. I had to move from Louisiana because there were a lot of toxic people back there. I just needed some fresh air, you know. Misty stared in the distance, trying to avoid the woman's gaze as her eyes started tearing up.
Cordelia stroked her hand softly. "I'm so sorry." She said, feeling genuine concern about the woman. The swamp witch simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"I'm glad I left actually, cause now I have my own healing business here." She said, taking care of the not revealing the true nature of said "healing".
"That's wonderful!" Cordelia gave her a wide smile, squeezing her hand a little more. "What kind of healing do you do?" She asked in a playful tone, raising her eyebrows and squinting her eyes slightly, in a way that could be interpreted as quite flirtatious, although the innocent Misty did not take it that way.
Misty was sipping on her hot beverage and nearly spat it all out at Cordelia's words, she had been hoping not to talk about that. She had dealt with witch hunters all her life, and she hadn't moved to England just to get caught again. Cordelia was trust-worthy, there was no shadow of a doubt, but witchcraft wasn't always very well seen. She didn't want to reveal the fact that she was a witch, and she especially didn't wan to ruin her chances with this woman. Chances? She thought. What am I thinking? I only met the woman an hour ago… But she's so mysterious, and fascinating… And her eyes… No. I can't. No. She's way too out of my league.
It took her some time to reply, as she was completely lost in thought.
"Hum, well… what I do… It's a little bit complicated to expl…" Her mumbling was interrupted by the other woman.
Cordelia could see that she was hesitating, but she new better. She could sense it. She was the Supreme after all. She had to say something to reassure her. Taking both of Misty's hands in hers, she looked her in the eye with strong intent.
"I know. I know everything. Don't worry Misty, you're safe, I won't let anything happen to you again." She said in a calm tone.
Misty's eyes widened as she listened to her and tried to absorb the words that echoed in her head. She pulled her hands away suddenly as her heart started to race. Noticeably startled, she sat up straight in a position which would enable her to run away, just in case.
Cordelia's immediate reaction was to stop the witch from leaving, she wanted nothing less than to lose another witch. She reached for Misty's hand as an attempt to keep hold of her.
"I too am a witch." She stated, still with a remarkably soothing voice. "I know you are, and I know your intentions are good. I know we both practice white magic."
Misty stared at her, bewildered and still worried about where this conversation was heading. "I'm sorry… I'm not sure I should… maybe I should just" She was interrupted once again.
"I know this may seem a little bizarre, and you absolutely have the right to leave any time you want. But know that our coven can protect you and you're welcome to join us. I just want you to feel safe."
Squinting her eyes and frowning, Misty tried to figure out if the woman opposite her was telling the truth and was an actual witch, or if she was manipulating her. She had seen too many of these people who pretended to show interest in her craft, only to trick her into revealing her powers so that they could denounce her. She has managed to survive until now.
"I know it may be hard to believe, but I can help you." Cordelia tried to reassure the witch the best she could. The thought of losing that connection she felt with her shattered her.
"And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, I just want you to know that you're safe with me. I've been through the same things as you have, you know. Witch hunters make it hard for us witches to practice our craft." She smiled softly at Misty, who slowly placed her hands back on the table, almost touching Cordelia's.
"People tend to hate what they don't understand." Misty dared to speak while Cordelia nodded. She seems so different from those people, she thought. She really seems to care. How can this even be true?
"But well, all that's behind me, now I'm just trying to focus on my incantations. " Misty sighed.
"This drink tastes really good by the way." She smiled as she fidgeted with her pendent. Cordelia noticed the picture on the necklace as she did so.
"Who's this?" She asked as she pointed at the woman's neck.
"That's Stevie!" Misty exclaimed herself, her face lighting up as she said it. "Have you heard of Fleetwood Mac?" The light in her eyes made Cordelia fluster a little.
She had guessed that Misty was a fan of the band as soon as she had first seen her. Her style and free spirit were a clear indicator. Misty started explaining all about how she'd grown to love Stevie, talking about how inspirational she was to her.
"The lyrics are so meaningful. When they perfectly apply to you, it feels as like the song was written especially for you, you know? It just pierces your soul in an extraordinary way." Misty was speaking with such thrill enthusiasm, as brown eyes gazed into hers. The Supreme was listening to her carefully, simply fascinated. Her voice is like a tune whistling threw the air, she though.
Cordelia took a last sip from her drink, not noticing that the cup was now empty as she was completely lost in ocean eyes.
"And have you already seen her on stage?" She asked.
"I wish. "She sighed. "Someday, maybe I will. That's like, my dream." The spark in Misty's eyes was heart-warming. Cordelia nodded, and idea starting to bloom in her mind. The swamp witch finished her drink and put her cup down, smiling back.
"Now it's your turn." She grinned as she pointed at the woman. Cordelia looked down, blushing.
"What would you like to know?" She asked, looking up shyly. Misty took the woman's hands in hers, wishing to fall into the cosmic connection once again. Cordelia's heart skipped a beat at the soft touch.
"Everything."
