Day 1 - Nosebleed

She hummed gently, opening her hand for two berry infused teabags to land in. Putting them in their respective mugs, the kettle began to fill itself with water. Ahriana leviated herself onto the kitchen table, swinging her legs as she waited.

Time seemed to stand still as the whistle began low.

The witch's eyes grew fixated on the kettle in her absentminded daze.

She didn't realize the boiling water practically screamed at her until she had to cover her ears. And yet, the tea kettle's whistle grew louder.

Louder, and louder, no matter how hard she pressed her hands against her ears. Ahriana could hear the pulses from the sides of her temples. Her vision started failing.

"You're growing stronger."

"Wh.. What? What is that?"

"This... It's your power. Our power. Can you feel it? That ringing in your ears, can you feel yourself going stronger? It surges through your veins, Ahriana. You can make them pay. We.. We can have them suffer."

"Ahri..? I think the water's— Ahriana!"

Kristopher found her facedown on the floor, pulling at her in hope that she would get up. He laid Ahriana on her back, pressing his own head against her chest.

He sighed in relief. Her heart was still beating.

But she remained unresponsive.
Eyes rolled upward.
The blood from her nostrils dripped hauntingly fast.

Short of ideas, Kris grabbed the tea kettle and placed it against her arm. The scalding hot metal immediately ripped her from whatever trance she had been in, Ahriana sitting up to scream and clutch herself. Kristopher darted around erratically, bunching up some ice in a paper towel for the burn. "Sorry! I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry...!"

The witch panted shakily, wincing at the sensation of extreme temperatures switching so quickly. Trying to wipe away all the blood left smears on her hands and face. Kristopher had Ahriana coiled in his protective grasp. She trembled like an autumn leaf, barely clinging to its branch in the brisk wind. "Oh, christ, you're okay.. are you okay? What even happened in here?"

"I don't know..." She held her head weakly, fully leaning into him. "I was making us tea, like I said I would. Then the kettle whistled... a-and I blacked out.."

"You could kill him if you wanted to."

"Stop it," Ahriana mumbled, even looking to the side as if there were someone there.

Something there.

"You could."

"Stop!"

"Do it."

She wrenched herself from his hold, gripping her sides irritably. "STOP TALKING! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

"....Ahri..?"

The concerned hand on her shoulder made her loosen up. Tears escaped, and she rubbed them into her sleeves along with the dark red stains. "Oh, I... I didn't mean you. I-I just.. I'm talking to myself. Still woozy, y'know...? D-Don't mind me."

Kristopher sighed, shaking his head a bit before planting a kiss on her bloodstained cheek. "I'll make the tea. You lay down, alright? Please."

Ahriana, despite everything, managed a smile. It looked as if it was painful. "Okay."

"Beat him over the head with the kettle."

"I love you Kristopher."

"Watch him bleed."

"I love you too, Ahriana."