Shadow Weaver X Reader

Carefully revising your devious plan, you slowly approach the guards during evening, when you thought it was most appropriate.

The sun had fallen down the hole of the great sky, and it was dark enough to not cause much if a havok if your attempt was curtailed or went out of what your imagination could tell.

Slowly, you approach the guards. They find you and ask what you were doing there at such an hour.

Before you could say anything, your hands sucked the needle deep inside both their necks, and they fell to the ground, unconscious.

You slowly pace around the place and found no more guards whatsoever.

So, you decided to walk upto her. You needed to know something.

Something about that kiss burned in the back of your mind, throwing it into utter chaos.

And you were utterly out of order in ever way possible. You had to organise your thoughts but to do that, you had to talk to her.

As you walked upto her, she faced you, ignoring your eyes.

Her gaze revolved around the whole room as she waited for you to speak.

And so, you did.

"Shadow Weaver, the other night, I-"

You stopped to think what you wanted to say, what you meant to say.

Amongst your clutter of thoughts, she softly looked into your eyes.

"This wasn't meant to happen, but ignoring what we feel is....useless"

She said that while shifting her eyes from the surroundings right to you.

"So, what do we even do now? I can't even think straight. " You add, your hyperactivity flowing through your mind, thinking of, perhaps, thoughts you never thought you were capable of feeling.

She grabs your arms and drags you to a growing pot of daisies, infused with the fresh smell of flora.

You remember, that, this is infact the first thing you saw when looking for her in the garden.
Looking for her for the first time.

"These are.."

"Daisies." She says as she rubs your right cheeks with one of her hands.

"They remind me of you" You say, flustered and perhaps over-stimulated by everything.

You take her other hand and place it on your left cheek, leaning in for a kiss.

Catching your breath after awhile, your stress increases. It seems you're unable to keep ahold of yourself around her.

"They'll never accept this. " You say, closing your eyes and resting your face on her shoulder.

"They don't have to" she says, stroking your hair.

You slowly hear footsteps, looking back to a confused and rather surprised-looking Castaspella. Holding yourself back from shadow weaver, fear is observed in your eyes as she peers her eyes at the scene.

"Shadow Weaver, what have you done to her? An innocent student. You have tangled her in your mess, haven't you? And forced her to do this. " She points at the unconscious guards.

"How did y- She did nothing, Castaspella. I'm to blame. I swear-"

"No, (name). This is what she does..she ruins things. She seeks power, that's all she sees in you, (name). That's all you are to her. Nothing more, nothing less"

Shadow weaver tightens her grip on your hand, assuring you that you can stay calm as she handles this.

But you're not so sure if she can.

You're not even sure if that is all you are to her-a tool to use.