The W I T C H
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Maria
Beatrice The Golden Witch
pronounced as "Be-a-to-ri-che"
rather than the English way, as "Be-a-triss"
A ruthless witch with pulchritudinous appearance but fucked up personality. She enjoys torturing and different games, mostly including humans as her chess pieces. She loves to trick people and use them on her own purposes.
Beatrice is married to her very own dog, Battler
You’re right, once I’ve shown them true magic—or tortured them a little, I know they’ll believe.
—I’m so glad you’re a wise girl, Maria-chan~
Uu! Right! Everyone believed in magic once, they’ll just need a push from the Golden Witch to believe in it again!
Uu! Beatrice! I finished my voodoo dolls!
Ohh, you did—? I’m proud of you, Maria-chan. Let me see them, yes ?
What kinds of woodoo dolls you made?
;inhales sharply as his hair is grabbed, soft blush dusting his cheeks, though he tries to pull away.Well that’s nothing new, Battler ~
;smiles more and leans down to stroke his hair, nails gently grasping ahold from the red locks.
;smirks and gives a harder pull to his hair, leaning down to brush her lips against the back of his ear.
T’ch…;frowns at the witch, shying away from her hand and burying his face back in his pillow.—!;grunts out sharply and opens eyes, immediately narrowing them at the witchI was sleeping.
;smirks at him and molds thumb against the cheek teasingly.
—does it look like I care ~?
…Not in the mood…
Well that’s nothing new, Battler ~
;smiles more and leans down to stroke his hair, nails gently grasping ahold from the red locks.
—I can’t believe how many people actually denies witches existence in the first place. It angers me.
It’s only because they aren’t touched by witches’ magic just yet. Once they see, they’ll believe!
You’re right, once I’ve shown them true magic—or tortured them a little, I know they’ll believe.
—I’m so glad you’re a wise girl, Maria-chan~
—!;grunts out sharply and opens eyes, immediately narrowing them at the witchI was sleeping.
;smirks at him and molds thumb against the cheek teasingly.
—does it look like I care ~?
……;continues sleeping, groaning quietly.—…..;falls asleep—…;yaaaaawn
;kicks
Hey—. ;sits on top of and crosses legs.
…..——;leans down and pinches his cheek hard with unamused expression.
—…..;falls asleep—…;yaaaaawn
;kicks
Hey—. ;sits on top of and crosses legs.
Tumblr, don’t test my nerves or I’ll cast a spell that makes my heels sink right into your ass.
Uu~! A witches work is never done~!
—I can’t believe how many people actually denies witches existence in the first place. It angers me.
