#c:pavlo

Val had let himself into the penthouse and while he sensed the witch wasn’t there it would only be a matter of time before he waltzed in. Instead, he helped himself to the finest import of bourbon the witch had stocked. He sipped straight from the bottle and didn't care to trouble himself with a tumbler. Resting on the Italian leather sofa he spread out and propped his feet on the table. Pavlo surrounded himself with exquisite things, and while Val was at times ignorant of such things it didn’t stop him from benefiting from it. 

Deciding perhaps he should make a call he rested the bottle on the table as he pulled out the cell. No sooner then he made it to the contact list did he sense Pavlo, tossing the cell to land on the plush couch. Waiting for the witch to enter the living space he grabbed the bottle again. The sound of footsteps echoed on fine marble as he came closer. Lifting his gaze the moment the man walked through the arch. “Welcome home, friend. We need to talk.” 

Somewhere between the overcast and the season, the light had already begun to fade from the days' sky. Peering down at her roster she scanned through the names of students and smiled recounting the day events. School had let out only ten minutes ago, but teachers were paid to finish out the hour. Sasha had very little else to do other than review upcoming lesson plans. Which is exactly what she was grabbing for when her hand stopped mid-air. He was here. The telltale cool breeze across the back of her neck proved it.

Craning her neck to look in the doorway she caught him standing there watching. Rising up from the chair she turned and smiled warmly, “Bat’ko,” with surprise in her sing-song tone. Moving around the desk to embrace him as she asked, “What brings you in? I could’ve come to you.”

“More than anything,” the answer was practically a knee jerk reaction. It bothered her to the core that someone would suggest otherwise. Sadly, it was quite common for others witches to point out the great disparity between father and daughter. Why on earth did others feel the need to point it out? It’s not as if the two were estranged. Frankly, quite the opposite as her father was a close confidant. Pursing her lips she tried not to be shrewd as she attempted to dispel the judgemental assertion, “Perhaps you should concern yourself with something other than my affairs.” 

@thepavloterasenko

Tori Amos Beauty Queen 

Sasha Headcanon

When Sasha was still rather little, around the age of seven, she developed a strange habit. Periodically she would wake up after the sensation of falling or at other times would find herself on the floor. After hearing a resounding thud one night Pavlo when to check on his daughter. Much to his confusion, he found her gently resting up against the ceiling floating several feet in the air. Gently, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down leaving her to rest safely on the bed. Sitting bedside he watched over her for the night.  The next day he removed the light fixture mounted on the ceiling and explained to Sasha she was levitating in her sleep. For the next few nights, he slept in a chair tying a loose string from his wrist to his daughters. Finally, on the fourth day after spending hours pulling her down he sought help. A local witch charmed a blanket which served as an anchor of sorts.

Still, to this day Sasha will find herself periodically waking up midair and during stressful times more frequently. As a rule of thumb, she’s removed fans, art, and light fixtures from her bedroom ceiling and walls.