Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

The witch laughed a high cackle, and Aquillius shifted his stance. Witches were dangerous, he knew, as they could cut without even putting teeth upon you. And this witch was all the more dangerous because of her position.

She was charming most of the valley. She lived with their father’s paramour and was angry she could not charm him too. Their father told them to stand down, and though Aquillius shot him a look that said he thought he was crazed for that, he did take a small step back.

Only for Cornelius to say something to Father as the woman drove towards him. His eyes went wide, staring at his brother for mere seconds before following in Valiria’s footsteps. Aquillius would remember those words, connecting them in his mind to the overheard plea to just talk instead of fight. Betrayal from every source. Et tu, Brute?.

Oblivious to the increasingly spiraling mental conversation he was having with himself, he went to ram the woman from the other side, reaching to grip just behind her ears. He was content on yanking her back from their father, for now. But, he knew. Witches could not suffer being alive. He was going to have to kill this one too.