I was wondering if you could write a Foxxay drabble about Misty's late return from the Descensum challenge during the Seven Wonders and Cordelia's reaction to the late arrival.

One week was all fate had allotted them. One week, two days, and—as of the hourglass' last grain of sand—seven hours. One week, two days and seven hours ago, Misty had given meaning to Cordelia Goode's life.

They had stayed in the greenhouse far later than Cordelia had meant too, but after Misty planted the first bold kiss on her lips, a timeless void seemed to capture them both. Moonlight shone down through the skylights, casting bright lines across the swamp witch's alabaster skin. Pulled into a close embrace, they swayed slowly to soft music.

Cordelia let a single fingertip glide across Misty's glowing features—down the wide bridge of a short nose, around the dark edges of pink lips, and across the smooth edge of an elegant jaw line.

"Yuh know, this song always makes me think of you, Miss Cordelia," The swamp witch broke the comfortable silence, and Delia leaned forward, resting their foreheads together to listen more intently to the lyrics.

"She came to you when you were alone
And yes she matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you..."

"I tried to stay away, to hide from what I'd been feelin'. I didn't understand what I was feelin', and didn't think you would either. But I couldn't stop thinkin' about you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you take care of your plants like they're people. I fell in love with all of it, and...and...I think I'm fallin' in love with you, Miss Cordelia."

The older woman's eyes glistened with unshed tears; and their lips met in another gentle kiss. "Promise me you won't leave?" Delia whispered shakily against her lips.

"I promise."

"Good; because...I love you so much...I think I'd die if I lost you."

And now—one week, two days and seven hours later—Cordelia sat in the middle of a room filled to the brim with tension.

"She's stuck," the headmistress announced, pulling Misty's limp body into her arms, cradling the girl's head close to her chest.

"Come back to me, Misty," silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she buried her face deeper into unruly curls. The girl's scent filled her lungs and the thought that this was the first and possibly last time her senses would be engulfed so sweetly, caused a sob to burst forth from her chest. "Please...please..." she begged the unconscious girl, "Please don't leave me,"

All eyes were on the scene unfolding on the carpet, and it was quickly becoming evident to the other young witches that the connection between their headmistress and the swamp witch was much deeper than originally estimated.

"D—Do you remember that nuh—night in the greenhouse, Misty?" Cordelia whispered, allowing her tears to fall freely into the swarm of golden locks, "You—you promised me you wouldn't leave. You pr—promised." The woman's body shook with sobs, and she clutched Misty tighter to her chest, as if she could pass the life residing there on to the girl.

"Cordelia, my darling," Myrtle's voice was tentative, and the aching she felt for the women on the carpet was clear with her hesitant announcement of, "Time is up."

"N—No," Cordelia sobbed, "No, no, no. N—Not yet. You ca—can't leave me yet." Turning the girl's head in her hands, she pressed their lips together for what very well may have been the last time.

When air became a necessity, Cordelia finally pulled back—squeezing her eyes shut tight against the harsh reality of death in her arms.

The room dropped into an eerie silence as the girls bowed their heads in somber respect.

A sharp gasp sliced through the silence as Misty Day lurched from Delia's grasp. With two quick looks around the room, the girl realized where she was and began choking on deep sobs. She turned to meet Cordelia's gaze, and they sat staring at each other in joyful disbelief before Misty hurdled herself into the headmistress' arms—capturing her lips in searing kiss and pushing her flat against the ground.

"Y—you came back t—to me. You came back," Cordelia choked out, clutching Misty's face desperately between her cold hands.

"Well, my Momma taught me to keep my promises," the girl answered, smiling through her tears, before crashing their lips together once more.

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