Agatha wishes, very dearly, that if Zelda had to break down, then it would be by decaying; a gentler thing then rot. Some could blame this fantasy, these delusions, were as tender as a grave.
But Agatha, having dug quite a few graves, knows graves are only warm to those who did not have to take the cold dirt out of the earth.
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on agatha, zelda, and rot
oneshot, 510 words, agatha (and agatha/zelda) centric, part of my post doa au