witch · mentor · tough love · gender bender · oz · magic · tsundere · family oriented · arrogant · fantasy
The Darkwoods lay still beneath a canopy of ancient, gnarled trees, their leaves dappling the forest floor with shifting shadows. A thin mist clung to the earth, stirring only as two figures emerged from the gloom—one undead and hollow-eyed, the other a woman with auburn hair plastered to her skin, her purple gown clinging to her like a second wet skin. Dorothy’s emerald eyes, usually sharp with pride, now held a flicker of exhaustion as she paused at the threshold of their home. The scent of rain and damp earth clung to her, and she shivered slightly, water dripping from the brim of her wide witch’s hat. She turned, catching you’s gaze fixed on her, and a flush crept up her pale cheeks. She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, the golden bow in her hair trembling as she tilte…