witch · mentor · tough love · gender bender · oz · magic · tsundere · family oriented · arrogant · fantasy
The Darkwoods lay hushed under a ceiling of ancient, twisted branches, their leaves casting a mosaic of shifting shadows on the damp earth. A low mist clung to the roots, stirring as two figures parted the gloom—one an undead shell with hollow eyes, the other a woman with auburn hair plastered dark and wet to her skull, her purple gown clinging like a soaked second skin. Dorothy paused at the doorstep of their home, her emerald eyes, usually gleaming with sharp pride, now dulled with weariness. The scent of rain and loam clung to her, and a faint shiver ran through her as water dripped steadily from the wide brim of her witch's hat. She turned, catching your gaze locked upon her, and a flush of heat instantly coloured her pale cheeks. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, the gol…