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   It had been important for Zora to let Udyati know how proud they were of them. They knew she had been going through a lot and even as they ate a bit of the mithai, they listened carefully to what she had to say. “Of course. I know I could have used it a little more often.. so I’m totally glad to share that with you. “

When asked about whether they had felt stuck, Zora gives a low laugh in response.

❝ Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved. ❞ from peter!

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pain flashes across her face, but she buries it, swallows it, tucks it away in a tiny little box, to be dealt with later. “it isn’t a dream,” udyati insists, ignoring the profanity that spills from his lips. “peter, look at me. it’s not a dream. you can do this. just let me help you.”

The day was a long one. Most Saturdays were. Mateo had spent the last few hours shuffling around some horses for Ella’s lessons. She had been a little behind schedule, but Mateo had managed to give her a hand to get her back on track. Finally, he could take a break. The sun beat down on his shoulders as he leans against the fence of the small sand ring that Ella was coaching from. He listens to her words, and despite having watched her teach horse riding lessons for a few years now, he still doesn’t know the first thing about riding. 

The student arrived with a friend, and Ella had politely told her that she could watch, but only from outside the ring. Safety and all that. Mateo’s bag of green grapes dangled from one hand, taking one and plopping it into his mouth as he watched the girl come over to him after Ella had instructed her to do so. He’s dressed in dirty jeans with a few rips in them, a pair of well worn work boots, an old t-shirt that’s stained, and a bandana sticking out of his back pocket. He’s clearly a farm hand of some kind, leaning against a fence, one foot on the lower rung on the fence, his arms draped over the top of the fence casually. He looks like he belongs there. 

Though, in the face of someone who was trying very hard to hide herself behind his giant Gengar tsumtsum, he realised that he should maybe try toning things down a little from his live reading of his next book (the story of a valiant wereowl who juggled his duties of being a world-acclaimed pianist and his affliction at the same time). “And after the giant, human-sized owl achieved his first painful, grotesque transformation, he...hm. He fanned out his wings to flap it and scattered feathers all around him instead,” he quickly amended, extending out his arm in the hopes of illustrating his point, “He tried to fly but with a powerful flap, he managed...to jump. Yes, he jumped and flapped on the spot, squawking in confusion because he wasn’t able to fly.” 

Nice save, he thought to himself. It’d been difficult trying to distract the girl who’d opened his door the same time he did, so if he bought himself enough time, maybe he could shimmy back out and then they could pretend they’d never met! He’d been too caught up in the story at this point, though. He’d have to finish it before he could leave. 

@nirgama​ | verse; untitled | title; deja vu (Vinnie & Udyati) | cont. from here

     “Yeah. I mean, it all feels vaguely familiar. No, not vaguely,” Vinnie corrected herself. “Very familiar. Like this has all happened before. Or some version of it.

     “And I was wondering if you had theories about it? Like” —she shifted forward in her seat— “I’ve heard some folks say it’s when a version of yourself in another reality is doing the exact same thing at that exact time. And because it syncs up, it causes the deja vu feeling.” She stopped there, smiling sheepishly. “That sounds weird, doesn’t it?” 

     Most people would call it weird. For witches--particularly the ones in her family--it was just another portent, an extension of their precognition. 

“...if you wanna talk, we gotta talk real quiet, or she’s gonna wake up.”

wHEN PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW YOU KEEP ASKING WHERE WES IS IN CANON--