maker: agatha

Personal Favourite Agatha and Tedros Dialogue - Book Three.

“That cat is Satan” Tedros hissed, watching Reaper try to climb out of the toilet bowl and slide back down. “And if you knew me, you’d know I hate cats.”
“No doubt you like dogs - wet-mouthed simple, and now that I think about it, a lot like you.”


Agatha glared at him, Reaper shivering in her arms. Finally Tedros exhaled, looking ashamed. He stripped off his shirt, spread out his arms, and sat on the bed. “Have at it princess.”


Tedors cocked a grin. “That handsome, am I?”
“Even Sophie was more tolerable than you!” Agatha yelled into a pillow. “And she tried to kill me! Twice!


“Look, it’s best if I do it,” Tedros said, walking faster. “You two seem to have serious connection issues.”
“And and you two don’t” Agatha said chasing him.
“All you and Sophie ever do is fight-”
“Because it always involves you!


“Agatha, where are-” He saw her on the staircase and flushed two shades redder. “DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK! I’M SCREAMING LIKE A FOOL, NOT KNOWING IF YOU’RE ALIVE OR DEAD, AND HERE YOU ARE PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK LIKE A CHILD ON A PLAYGROUND, LOOKING LIKE A HOLY BLOODY MESS AND-”
Tedros’ face changed.
“Agatha,” He whispered, looking very scared. “Why are you bleeding?”
Agatha shook her head, tear welling, hyperventilating too fast to talk.

(He’s such a mum, honestly mama Suho vibes.)


Cinderella?” Said Agatha.
“Don’t give me that face,” Cinderella sneered back at her.
“For being Camelot’s supposed future queen, you ain’t much to look at yourself.” Her hawkish green eyes shot her down to Agatha’s clumps, “Bet no one want to see those feet in glass slippers.”
“Hey now! She’s my princess! Tedros jumped in.
“I don’t blame you handsome,” Cinderella smirked, voice smooth as an eel. “Your daddy didn’t have a good taste in girls either.”


“You’re not allowed to take that off,” he whispered.
“Not even a ‘good morning’ before you start bossing me around” said Agatha. “Besides, are you tying to give orders to a queen?”
“Oh, so today you’re a queen,” Tedros said pulling her closer.
“Late bloomer if you haven’t noticed,” said Agatha.
“Well, even so…a king is still a king.”
“Which means that your queen is beneath you?”
“No, only that you should do as you’re told.”
“Or what?” Agatha chortled.


“Lift me up,” she nudged Tedros.
“What?”
“On your shoulders.”
Tedros frowned. “Just because you’re wearing a crown doesn’t mean-”
“Now.”
The prince sighed. “And I thought Sophie was high maintenance.”

“Someone’s whipped.” said Pinocchio.
“Finally as tall as his father.” Cinderella groused.


“Not sixteen until tomorrow boy”, piped the wizard, sizing up the young couple. “Besides in time, you’ll have a little rug rat who needs a tutor too.”