Peaceful times
Agatha loved Rio above all things. She loved lady Death and Lady Death loved her. Rio loved Agatha like she hasn't ever loved anyone, Agatha made Rio want to live. She made death want to live so she could kiss her freely. They shared years in a cabin together, that was their home... The covenless witch and death's home, what a phrase, if you told that to the village nearby they probably wouldn't believe it.. or they would march with torches there, they do tend to have a fixation with them. Witches in need became gifts for Rio and she received each one of them with open arms as they were a gift from her wife.
Rio adored Agatha, the only mortal for whom death stepped earth without taking a soul. She stayed on earth for Agatha, countless nights shared under the stars, strawberry pies even if she didn't need to eat were fed to the other. She loved how cream looked in her wife's face when she playfully poked some in it with her finger. Agatha would laugh and retaliate with far more cream, Rio tasted so sweet afterwards. Agatha always searched for that look in Rio's eyes when she looked at her, so intense and adoring, no one had ever looked at her like that. People always assume about her, Rio doesn't. Their connection is utterly unique and deep. Something inherent in both of their souls linking her together.
That was until everything crumbled. Thousands of million shattered pieces of their relationship crumbling down and cutting, hurting, breaking them both. One would think the connection was lost. A son lost. But even after that Agatha can't stop leaving gifts for Rio and Rio can't stop visiting Agatha. They need each other. Both broken hearts in different ways.