Okay, I'm really sorry about how long this has taken. Summer is finally here (well, it has been for a month) and I'm just getting around to writing this. On the bright side, I finished the semester with a 3.5 which isn't too bad. I'm going to try to be better about updating more frequently. Your reviews definitely made me get going a little faster. Thanks again for reading and enjoy!
The two women settled onto some nearby stools before turning to face one another. Misty began to fiddle with the rings on her fingers and Cordelia could tell the woman was beginning to grow nervous. She'd be lying if she didn't say she was a little nervous herself. Before the silence could grow too large, Cordelia sighed and addressed her companion. "So...you and I are both witches, I'm the Supreme, and you have the power of Resurgence," Cordelia paused. Misty looked up from her rings through her lashes at the other woman and smirked. "I think we already established that, darlin'," she responded. Cordelia blushed for the millionth time since she had met the woman and cleared her throat. "Well, now that we've established that," she stated as she playfully glared at the other woman, "I guess we should start from the beginning. How did you find out about your powers?"
Misty looked down at her rings again and began to play with them even more. When she looked back up at Cordelia she said, "I'll tell you, but you'll have to bare with me. It's not the best story and I haven't really told it to anyone. Actually, your the first person I've ever willingly told about them," she finished, adding emphasis to the word "willingly". Cordelia was quick to pick up on this, but all she did was nod and proceed to place all her focus on the woman in front of her. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave Misty her full attention. Misty only hesitated for a second before she began. "I wasn't any older than 10 or 11 when I first figured out that I wasn't exactly like the other kids that I grew up with. I grew up in a very religious commune that no one ever really left. It was, or maybe still is, deep in the swamps. Around that age I realized that I had a deep connection with life, death, and nature. It started out with small things, like insects and little lizards, and then it grew to animals like deer. I could pull their souls back and give them life again. I never realized that this could be viewed as a bad thing. Not until one day when I brought a little bird back during one of the many ceremonies. After it flew away, I blacked out. I didn't wake up until it was too late. These people that I thought were my family, some of which really were my family, were draggin' me through the grass on the outskirts of the commune. I was completely bound and I figured out why a little too late. It wasn't until the smell of gasoline hit my nose that I realized that what was happening was beyond any punishments I had ever seen in the past. The flames engulfed me and all I could do was scream and wait for it to be over," Misty trailed off. At this point Cordelia was speechless and Misty was unable to make eye contact with her.
"Obviously I'm still here. I brought myself back in the swamps and I'm not even entirely sure how it happened. I just woke up one day covered in mud near the remains of the structure I burned against. I stayed in the swamps for a few months before I decided to take my chances and leave. I feel that if I stayed there too long, they'd find me. I started workin' for a flower shop in town and I realized that my gift had its advantages. When I saved up enough, I bought my own place. I guess that leads me to where we are now," Misty finished with a shrug. The other blonde had yet to find the words for how she currently felt. All she could think was that Misty was nothing short of amazing and anyone who could not see that must be blind. The silence dragged on and Misty had to break it. "Could you say somethin'? Please?"
Cordelia looked into the other woman's blue-green eyes for a moment before she spoke. "I'm about to do something crazy and I pray to whatever higher power there is that neither of us regrets it," she said in a rush. Before Misty could reply Cordelia leaned into her and placed her lips against her Misty's. Misty was stunned. Before she could process what was happening, the other woman retracted back into her own space. Cordelia looked just as shocked at her actions as the wild blonde. Cordelia's blush was back and redder than ever. Her brown eyes grew wide as she began to blurt out an apology. "I'm so sorry! I just couldn't stop myself after what you just said. You deserve to feel wanted, like you belong, but shit, me coming at you was not the right thing to do, and," before she could continue down her path of self loathing Misty placed one hand on the older woman's cheek and the other behind her head and crashed their lips back together again. Cordelia stopped worrying for once and just let herself get lost in the moment. It sounds cliché, but everything just faded away. The only thing that consumed her mind was Misty's warm lips on her own and the hands that had now tangled themselves in her hair. They pulled apart when the need for air grew too strong, but they didn't completely part until Misty placed one more peck to her slightly swollen lips. Cordelia's eyes remained closed as a smile spread across her lips. Misty left her hands on Cordelia's cheeks and she couldn't contain a smile of her own. Cordelia opened her eyes and met the other woman's gaze.
"I'm going to take that as a sign that I didn't just make a fool of myself?" Cordelia questioned with a small smirk. "I don't think you could ever do that, darlin'," Misty replied, which prompted Cordelia to giggle. "Just you wait, Misty Day. Just you wait."