Little scene inspired by something a friend said...
The world had gone mad.
Dirt and earth rose up into the air, propelled only by her virulent will. The air tasted like sulfur and heartache. The wind whipped Norman's hair sideways as the yellow glow descended upon him.
"You don't understand the way it is!" his tormentor shouted, her figure crooked and scowling.
"I understand enough to know that you're just bluffing!" he fired back, running away from her grasp yet again. "You're just trying to get what you want, but you can't have it!"
"Enough!"
The wind blasted him into a tree and pinned him there. Her form radiated with power, hovering over him.
Agatha lowered herself to his eye level, boring a hole through his mind with her gaze.
"I'm enjoying this," she said, much softer now, and almost…teasingly? Flirtatiously?
Such is what an onlooker would surely have wondered if they could have seen it, as the frightening ghost witch flickered back into her soft, beauteous form, an instant before she covered her quarry's mouth with her own. They both sighed into each other, pressed against the tree, trying to meld into one.
"I told you," Aggie said through half closed eyes. She pecked him again before muttering against his lips. "I'm the alpha in this relationship."
"Only because I like it," was Norman's only retort. They had more pleasant things to discuss with each other.