#witcheds

zahra taylor is having a no good, terrible, horrible, bad day. and it gets worse when a door opens and a girl around her own age steps out of it. she looks around, in quiet awe and childlike wonder, and then her eyes meet zahra’s.

“please tell me you’re not another fucking malivore monster...”

the words are out of her mouth before she realizes it. the girl in question looks confused.

her face briefly crumples afterwards when it finally dawns on her that she shouldn’t expect a warm welcome before she schools her features. 

the girl blinks and then shakes her head: “first of all, no. and, also, that sounds really rude. and like something a white person made up, too.”

a beat, and then the girl grins cheerfully. “i’m udyati! udyati rao. and i took a wrong turn.”

“zahra taylor,” drawls the witch. “and i live here.” 

@witcheds

“S-Sorry,” Neville mumbles while quickly backing away from the young woman, having received an angry protest at his attempt to offer aid with the ugly gash in her arm.  His ears tinged pink with embarrassment; He didn’t handle rejection well in any form. “I just— I just wanted t’help.”  He re-pockets the salve he’d offered to her.

It was obvious that Neville’d missed some sort of fight; The woman he’d stumbled upon looked disheveled and just a few feet away lay the motionless body of a man.  He was exceptionally pale, as if all the blood had been drained from his body.  Wait— Had it been? Oh, the very thought made all the color drain from Neville’s face.  Vampires? He’d never faced one himself but had heard frightening tales in his school days.

“Vampires.” He states the obvious with his eyes as wide as moons.  “Were you bitten?”

@witcheds​  — STARTER CALL ( not accepting. )

                    ❝    Are   you   absolutely   sure   about   this ?   It’s   okay   if   you   say   no .    ❞

                             — Such a serious question for such a ridiculous situation. A game of chess to decide where the two of them would go. The arcade, or the mall. The Doctor was rooting for the arcade, considering the fact he had a high score he needed to make sure hadn’t been beat. Fair is fair though, and he was going to try and make it fair to her.

                    ❝    Because   I   am   a   master   at   Snakes   and   Ladders .    ❞

how convenient  ,  their ways always meet when jo’s got a NEW case in her hands.  but this time jo kind of expected the woman to show up  ,  so her hand quickly reaches for a yellow folder under the countertop  ,  a gesture she does at least ten times per day given the type of costumers at the roadhouse.  “ ash has found a couple things on that thing you asked.  told me to give you THIS. ”

@witcheds​ asked: ❝ why are you still wearing that? ❞

HIS EYES IMMEDIATELY PROCEEDED TO GLANCE DOWN AT HIS ATTIRE, SCANNING IT FOR AN INDICATION OF PRECISELY WHAT SHE HAD SOUGHT TO REFER TO. Granted, his clothing might have been an acquired taste to some, but in his mind, it hadn’t been the worst he’d ever sported. At least he wasn’t wearing that atrocious scarf anymore.

ONCE HIS GAZE REACHED HIS LAPEL, HE STOPPED. In what could have only been descibed as an instinctive act of protection, he lifted a hand and clutched at his decorative vegetable, before returning his attention back to the young lady and frowning.