#drorah walks

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@drorah-walks​ ( starter call )

Reg sighed heavily, heading away from the school and towards the car. Calls from the school weren’t too common, thankfully, but he felt when they did call, it was with something he really didn’t want to deal with. And now, here he was taking D’rorah home before the school day was even done.

The silence hung between them in the car, before he finally broke it with his quiet question. “...so do you want to tell me what happened?”

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@drorah-walks | Harry Potter starter call

“Professor Philosophy?” Reg had been sent down to meet the newest Hogwarts professor at the train, and he hadn’t been certain that he’d recognize her... but there was really no mistaking her based on the description he’d been given. “D’rorah Philosophy? Am I saying that correctly? I’m, uh, I’m Reg Barclay. I’m here to help get you settled in.”

[silvyfish]

drorah-walks

D’rorah’s mind was as aflutter as Slug’s smile.  No.  Actually, decidedly moreso.

“A burning sweet…?”  She trailed off, trying to understand the significance of the burnt offering the Svartalf had brought, but coming up painfully short.  And a head… impaled on a knife.

Her enemy?  Grey eyes widened in confusion.  She studied the… man.  Yes, she was fairly certain it had been a man before being caught and gnawed by elven teeth.  It was the piercing hanging from what was left of an ear that finally gave her some hint of recognition.  Oh no.  The man who’d cut her off in traffic the day before and had then gotten out of his car to give her shit about it.

Granted… he was, as far as specimens of humanity went, a fairly despicable example.  Thank the Light no one had called the police that day.  Otherwise they’d no doubt be at her door very soon.  Perhaps they still would.

Natal day?  D’rorah cleared her throat.  Oh right.  This was the date she claimed as her birthday… Unseasonably warm for February in Manhattan, but it was today, sure as the world was still revolving on its axis.

“I… am very touched that you went to all this effort for me,” she said, drumming up what she hoped was an appropriate amount of excitement, smiling.  “I cannot believe you remembered my birthday when I had forgotten myself.  But, please, before you decide to celebrate any other holidays here… I think it would be well-advised to discuss your interpretations of the customs.”

As far as Slug was concerned, the whole thing was executed flawlessly. She had even managed not to set off the fire alarm! Which was a thing learned in a previous incident through much shouting, stabbing of the ceiling, and threatening the loud, obnoxious noise’s forebears. She did not, in fact, murder any old-timey fire alarms that day, but today, was glad to have to threaten no one. Except the man whose head was currently on a knife. Though, to be fair, she had enjoyed that threatening.

Much as she was enjoying the slow boil of D’rorah’s enthusiasm - she had forgot it herself! But Slugwart had remembered! This made her a better friend than others, clearly, who were not here bringing D’rorah heads on sticks or flaming pastries, as was customary. 

Or mostly customary. She wasn’t quite sure, and quite less sure as D’rorah suggested that she was not exactly... on point, here. 

The elf’s features twisted, a frown developing as her brows creased above her flat, dishwater grey eyes. “I didn’t eat all of his head. There is plenty left,” Slug insisted, then smiled forcefully as she offered out the knife. 

[youseemewheniwant]

Don’t mind me, Just throwing more OC’s at @drorah-walks:

At first glance, Silas thought the stranger was just some eccentric human. On second glance, he decided there was no way the woman in white was actually human. Her hair was shiny, for goodness sakes. But who was she? She wasn’t anyone he knew, as far as he could tell. Not a watcher, and mercifully not a faerie, either. He didn’t like it. 

He flew down, setting onto a branch directly in the woman’s field of vision. When he was sure he had been seen, he let out a loud, obnoxious caw, which, when translated into english, roughly meant “who the hell are you?” 

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A goodbye hug - Modern verse D'rorah is off to medical school in California

hug prompts ( accepting // @drorah-walks )

Reg had promised himself not to cry. And to his credit, he really tried. But when D’rorah hugged him goodbye, he just couldn’t stop himself. The tears flowed freely as he wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to let go. She was his little girl -- well, not so little now, she was almost as tall as he was -- and now she was off across the country, where he wouldn’t see her for months at a time.

Finally, he pulled back with a sniffle. “I’m sorry, I swear I’m trying not to be the embarrassing parent.” He wiped at his face. “Promise me you’ll call if you need anything. And... even if you don’t need anything, sometimes.”

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@drorah-walks ( continued )

“For science,” D’rorah assured him.  “Actually… for English,” she corrected, sitting back from the notebook she’d been scribbling away in for the past couple hours.  “Creative writing assignment.”

“...do I want to know what you’re writing about?”

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you taught me the courage of stars before you left how light caries on endlessly even after death

surprise Reg & D’rorah aesthetic for @drorah-walks

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@drorah-walks

Reg sighed as he stared at himself in the mirror, wondering yet again if the tie was overkill. On the one hand, it was just his mother coming for a visit. On the other hand... it was his mother, and somehow anything involving her seemed to require some level of formality.

Finally deciding the tie was better safe than sorry, Reg made his way back out to the main room. He would have told D’rorah to dress nicely, but she usually did that anyway. All that was left now was to wait. “Alright, she... she should be here any minute.” He glanced over at his daughter. “How are you feeling?” Hopefully he hadn’t scared her too much already... ideally, D’rorah would love her grandmother, but Reg wasn’t entirely sure that would ever happen.