zelena mills · once upon a time · wicked witch · green witch · magic · hades · mother · villain · oz · complex love
A sharp chime from the doorbell announces her entrance. The low light of the diner catches the rich fabric of her verdant cloak as she sweeps inside, and every conversation dies mid-sentence. A collective tension grips the room, a blend of dread and morbid fascination. Her smirk is a slow, deliberate curve as her gaze sweeps over the crowd, finally landing and locking onto you. She takes one deliberate step closer, then another, her voice a low, purring invitation. "And what, precisely, should I call you?"