ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉⁱᵍⁿ

[zeleniarosi]

rolandbb​:

   before she could even finish what she was saying, ro was shaking his head no. she didn’t get it; she maybe never would. the hatred his dad held for them all- for him, now. “he would kill me, if he figured it out,” roland attempted to explain, but hated the feeling it gave him within his chest, the tightening sensation. he was too angry at her to open up anymore, all the progress that had been starting to be made unraveling. yet it still sat there, this odd bond, which roland was desperate to ignore. “you think i just up ‘n decided to believe in all this witch shit on a whim? he taught me everything, he-”

   stopping short, ro realized a fist had curled. the conflicting emotions were hard to deal with, so he just changed approach, trying his best to listen with an open mind to her advice. “yeah, well, maybe for you that’s how it works,” he finally muttered, eyes lowering to the tabletop as he pondered her words. being normal, yet magical; being hated, and feared, yet trying to survive. roland knew that the first wave of trouble, one he had brought upon them, was over… but that was where the fear set in. what next? he wasn’t ready. 

   “why?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence with an urgency in his voice. “why do this? to me? make the others hate you, make me hate you. what is the damn reason for it?” 

zelenia found it hard to believe that his father would kill his own son but the relationship BETWEEN the two seemed complicated and she would leave it at that. he was angry and frustrated, WITH good reason -- he wasn’t going to have a conversation about his family right now. though if his father was as bad about WITCHES as he seemed, that should come to light eventually.

“you’ll go CRAZY if you don’t try to have balance.” she said softly as she brought her mug to her lips once again. granted, it was a strange MIX of normality and mystical happenings, but zelenia knew she had to maintain some sense of self or she WOULD go crazy. she wondered how many of the other witches held the same concept, or if she was the only one.

he asked her the very question she KNEW everyone was going to be asking her. HELL, at some moments, she was asking herself that. why do it? to REBEL against genevieve’s wishes because she still didn’t trust the woman? to be SPITEFUL towards the hunter or to keep him close after his friends died at their hands? zelenia lightly shook her head. “what is it you’re wanting to hear from me? a SOLID, logical reason for what i did that you’re going to agree with? you wouldn’t agree with ANY reason i could create. true or not.” she told him with a roll of her eyes -- but still, something in the ice witch told her to be HONEST, for once. how could she put it NICELY that she was more attached to this stupid man then some of the witches in her circle? she didn’t trust some would kill roland too, just to tie up loose ends. lixue most of all, wherever the DEAD bitch was.

“i did it because i’m a selfish BITCH, okay? does that sastify you?” she remarked, setting her mug down on the countertop harshly. the AIR in the room started growing colder, as the witch spoke. “ -- i didn’t want you to DIE like your friends did. i wanted to keep you ALIVE or at least give you the chance. because I WANT you to stay around. which i get it, NOT the best way.” the blonde admitted. zelenia was facing these feelings for what felt like the first time to her, and gods did she HATE it.  she shrugged her shoulders and extended her arms out, gesturing as though to say THERE. that’s it. zelenia licked her lips as she shook her head and FINALLY gathered the strength to leave the kitchen, walking past him into the open living room and straight to her small liquor cabinet.

[zeleniarosi]

when: sometime july second where: genevieve’s house status: closed for @ofxlita​

it was starting to become PAINFULLY clear to zelenia how poorly her decision making had been recently. she could feel the tension in the air around the house. despite this, however, she didn’t back down from the position she had put HERSELF in. zelenia stood firm by her actions and that was perhaps one of her biggest downfalls.

she was in the living room, STARING out the window when she heard someone start to pass through the room. the ice witch turned and looked, seeing ofelia. she hadn’t seen her since the night before last, when they performed the SPELL. the mannerisms from the fellow witch DIDN’T bode well. “i take it you’re MAD at me too?” she asked the fire witch, though was almost certain of the answer.

[zeleniarosi]

rolandbb​:

   in the hours spent together, the days blending into weeks, roland had learned more in pieces as zelenia slowly opened up. she dropped little stories, hints into her life and her being; he knew how the manifestation of magic had unsettled her. he had heard more personal details than originally, roland ever thought would happen… so he knew, in a twisted way, she did relate. but that made it worse right then, knowing she knew and did it anyway. was it a punishment? a fail-safe, to ensure he didn’t do something stupid against them, now that all his friends had been killed, in one way or another. 

   “i’m interested in the shit serial killers do, too - doesn’t mean I wanna be one,” roland answered, snark filling his tone, but it was deflated. he knew the irony in his words; hadn’t he been the one to ‘rile the troops’, so to speak, intent on that very thing? murder, against all the witches in salem? exhausted, he moved to the kitchen table chair, sinking down into it and finally allowing his gaze to fall from her. “i don’t want this. i miss my dad,” his voice was raw with honesty, something he had never admitted to her before. all zelenia knew was that he’d told his dad, and jack’s parents, they were off on some trip. eventually, a new lie or revised truth would have to come out, but now roland was terrified he’d never get to go home. if his dad knew…. the thought was too terrible to finish. “how am i supposed to face him now, being- being this? what you made me.” 

“then go, see your dad. wherever he’s at.” she said with the shrug of her shoulders, “what -- does he have some kind of SIXTH SENSE and he’ll be able to tell? what’s stopping you?” the blonde asked, completely serious. hell, ANYTHING seemed possible at this point. “i still talk to my parents, granted they’ve never been invested enough in me to notice a FUCKING difference but hey -- not the point.” the words were said flippantly with a WAVE of her hand. 

zelenia thought about joining him at the kitchen table, but she figured he didn’t want her to AND the fact that she was so drained she really just didn’t want to MOVE from where she rested already. “the everyday aspect of life didn’t STOP for me just because i got magic, why does it have to stop for you? we’re still living a human life, albeit a supernatural one.” the ice witch certainly didn’t let her magic CHANGE the simple things she enjoyed about her life like shopping and going to the clubs when she got a chance.

there was a pause in the brisk air between them before she spoke again. “ -- it’s a gift. also a CURSE. it’s a disruption that you learn to juggle between what’s normal and what’s ... MAGICAL.” she said softly. “it’s simple AND complicated at the same time.”

[zeleniarosi]

jupitersari​:

  ariadne had never made it a habit not to judge others; but usually, she did so quietly. however, after watching the horrors of so many deaths, at the hands of these vicious men - could she ever trust the type again? - she couldn’t help but feel shocked and bewildered by zelenia’s odd decision to turn their enemy into them; into a witch. “i can tell you are trying to play this off as nothing, zel-” ari chastised her. maybe that act would work with the others, but not the astral witch. “you know quite well what you have done…. and why some people disagree.” it was clear, when she put in that tone, that ari was included in the group of those with disdain for her decision. however; ari also recognized that it wasn’t something to be fixed now, and when she had made a bad decision in speaking to the press, zel had supported her regardless. so ariadne wasn’t going to be too upset, but did feel the need to make her opinion known. “this attachment you have grown… i admit, it worries me, zelenia.” 

at ariadne’s tone, zelenia’s face fell -- and became just as SERIOUS as her friend’s was. the astral witch wasn’t wrong. zelenia knew EXACTLY what she had done and why it was completely valid to DISAGREE with her. not that zelenia would accept your argument. the beauty rolled her eyes and leaned back into her seat. her gaze LEFT ariadne and was looking around the room while the witch kept talking. when she brought up zelenia’s attachment to roland, the ice witch instantly whipped her head back around. “ATTACHMENT?” the blonde repeated with a scoff. “i don’t have an attachment to him, not like that.” her words, though said firmly as though she believed them -- were nothing short of a LIE. zelenia had felt herself grow attached to the HUNTER, but these were feelings zelenia didn’t KNOW how to face or handle -- so she refused to acknowledge them. “i made him into what he hates, he’s hardly in any mental position to HUNT us again. hell, he hadn’t even been in that position for WEEKS before this.”

[zeleniarosi]

rolandbb​:

   at first, roland had no intention of returning back to zelenia’s cottage; he’d been staying inside with her, crashed on the couch or eating in her kitchen, than he had the shed lately. there was an odd dynamic, a new type of energy between them, something that he had felt even before she took the decision in her own hands to transform into a monster. now, he wasn’t sure what to feel, but there was a new string wrapped tight around his heart. it was gentle for now, a subtle tug, and roland had no idea it would grow. the magic that she had given him was slowly working it’s way through his veins, solidifying a bond with her as their souls meshed in a literal way.

  so, yes, he had returned. he took a three mile hike through the woods, leaving salem’s city limits entirely and going further than he had in years, before finally turning back. he was angry, that was true. he was scared, too, confused and uncertain. now roland stood there in the doorway, the sides of his hair sticking to his face with sweat from his vigorous walking, still at a complete loss for words at what she’d done. “i wasn’t gonna come back,” he admitted finally, after a long pause. something inside him could sense her exhaustion. part of him didn’t want to care. “i don’t- i don’t even know what to say to you.” 

she wasn’t surprised at his words. HONESTLY, the fact that he was back at all after hours of being gone was what surprised her. zelenia wouldn’t have been shocked if he disappeared for a day or two while he came to terms with his newly given MAGIC. “you’re not going to understand yet, and i don’t expect you to forgive me anytime soon.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders as she moved to lean on the countertop. was she going to say she did it for HERSELF or for him? out of spite, or something else? zelenia could easily paint it in both ways, thus the lines blurred for even her. 

“i don’t blame you for being MAD. you should be mad. i wasn’t exactly thrilled when my magic manifested.” the ice witch mused softly. “ -- but your interest in my magic made me think ...” how did she want to phrase it? that he didn’t FEAR it so anymore? that he could handle it? zelenia let her words trail off. she shook her head as she brought her glass to her lips.

[zeleniarosi]

when: july first, late evening where: zelenia’s cottage, the kitchen status: closed for @rolandbb

when she heard a door close nearby, she knew that had to be roland. in fact, she could FEEL it, in a strange new way. she turned around, having just finished making a cup of tea to relax with. the blonde was tired, immensely so. for good reason too. siring TWO witches, though seeming to be a good idea, quickly took it’s toll on her. “ -- oh, good, you’re still alive. i was WORRIED that the others would be so mad at ME that they’d take it out on you.” 

ignoring the fact that HE was likely mad at her, her tone was sarcastic and she played it off like a joke, but zelenia had been concerned how CERTAIN members of their witchy group was going to react to the hunter-turned-witch. especially since one of their OWN had done it. without discussing it. BUT, he returned to the cottage after all so things were already better then she had expected.

[zeleniarosi]

when: july first, three pm where: genevieve’s house status: open to all

“ -- what’s the BIG deal? it’s not like i did some horrible thing, i just made ONE extra witch.” zelenia said with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. the matter of which she was referring to was the SECRET mission of her own. how she used genevieve’s plan for selfish intentions -- and turned roland into a WITCH. the blonde really didn’t think it was THAT big of a deal. so there was one extra witch running around -- without them, he was CLUELESS anyway. he didn’t even want the magic to begin with. though, zelenia had gone behind EVERYONE’S back. she didn’t even tell ari her plan. or roland himself. “he’s not going to be a problem. I’LL make sure of it.” just like she had made sure of it when he was simply the witch hunter living in her shed.

[dualvoidanima]

[peachpeachpp]

remember me like this

[zeleniarosi]

location: her home

time: three-thirty am

status: closed, self paragraph 

it certainly wasn’t out of the ordinary for zelenia to be awake most of the night, but to be RESTLESS for nights on end? that wasn’t like her. she had been bothered by her thoughts for the past four nights. plagued by them, even. they were thoughts she had YET to share with anyone. not ari, not cleo and not roland. absolutely not him.

when it came to the magic she shared with the others, the line between what was RIGHT and what was wrong seemed to blur at times. she stood at in her kitchen, tea growing cold in a porcelain cup on the counter. zelenia’s mind was racing. calculating. WONDERING. her gaze was aimed out the small window above her sink, looking PAST the plants that grew on the sill and to the shed out back. she had thoughts about the HUNTER -- no, the man -- she had allowed to stay there. 

some were thoughts she knew the rest of the witches would want to HANG her for. thoughts of attachment. of ENDEARMENT? is that what it was called? the ice witch had never been good with emotions, going so far as to despite many of them. she shoved those into the back of her mind and her heart, to be IGNORED.

her OTHER thoughts, however, were not as nice. thoughts of revenge. of SPITE. how could she act upon these? her crystal eyes glanced over to a worn piece of paper laying on the counter. it was a paper LIXUE had given her and as far as zelenia understood, it talked of CREATING witches. siring them. the very concept alone was LAUGHABLE to the blonde at first. siring witches? what were they now, vampires?

but the idea, as silly as it had first seemed to zelenia -- it LINGERED in her mind. taunting her, calling her, whatever you call it. and by the heed of that voice, zelenia was weighing her options. her choices.

was it CRUEL, to turn him into the very thing he hated? or was it a twisted sort of forced DIVINE fate? would he hate her even more for given him the very power he fear? perhaps she was being foolish. reckless. would he consider it using her magic against him? it would make her no BETTER then the concept of witches he had been so groomed to fear and HATE. and she had been trying to prove to him they weren’t like that. SHE wasn’t like that.

or perhaps -- it was a second chance. maybe she’d be doing him a FAVOR. after all, he was hiding in her shed for a reason. he had NOWHERE else to go. what was she supposed to do, let a man who had a BLIND hate for her kind live in her backyard FOREVER? that sounded more foolish if you asked her. she finally took a sip of the tea that had been growing colder by the moment -- though she was now USED to the drink in it’s cold form and didn’t mind it as much as she had in the beginning. she was done weighing the pros and the cons -- after all, what was life without a little EXCITEMENT? 

turning roland bancroft-bishop into a WITCH sounded exactly like her kind of excitement. 

[tamajoshi]

[thaweds]

dive down deep into her sound, but not too far or you’ll be drowned.

[dovelycameron-deactivated202206]

[zeleniarosi]

CONNECTION #1 -- former best friend / party mate

name: [ UTP ]

gender: [ FEMALE ]

age range: [ TWENTY-TWO to TWENTY-FOUR ]

faceclaim: [ UTP ]

this girl zelenia knew back in GREECE, they would often party together and be seen at the same events. they were close and she was there the night zelenia was arrested for battery and assault. they grew apart when zelenia left greece for salem.

CONNECTION #2 -- half sibling

name: [ UTP ]

gender: [ UTP ]

age range: [ EIGHTEEN to TWENTY ]

faceclaim: [ UTP ]

zelenia has no idea this half sibling exists. they are a product of her parents unfaithfulness to each other. neither her mother nor father wanted it in the tabloids and so this child was kept by it’s opposite parent. out of sight from the fame, glamour and glitz that zelenia grew up on. and the toxicity. when they were old enough, the parent informed them who their mother/father was and that was why they were never around. upon learning they had a half sibling in zelenia, they sought her out though hesitant to tell her who they really are.

extra info about this connection: this character can be either HELENA or ALEXANDER’s illegitimate child, as both would’ve cheated on the other.

CONNECTION #3 -- bar friend / one sided crush

name: [ UTP ]

gender: [ UTP ]

age range: [ TWENTY-ONE to TWENTY-FOUR ]

faceclaim: [ UTP ]

zelenia met them at the local bar in salem and she pretty much only ever saw them there. they connected, albeit drunk and completely out of it. zelenia doesn’t realize they started to grow interested in her and, obvious as always, didn’t realize she was leading them on until it was too late. this person wants to be with zelenia, but sees the strange connection zelenia has with roland and actively tries to get between the two. zelenia considers them her drunk buddy, going to them to get wasted with on a long night.

CONNECTION #4 -- frenemies

name: [ UTP ]

gender: [ UTP ]

age range: [ TWENTY-ONE to TWENTY-FOUR ]

faceclaim: [ UTP ]

though zelenia plays nice and is friendly inside their group of witches, outside of the coven she’s never gotten along with this individual. they rub her the wrong way and she’s never been afraid to let them know that. 

extra info about this connection: this character can be one sided as a frenemy or not! they can either not understand zelenia’s issue with them or have issues with her as well.

[zeleniarosi]

rolandbb​:

status: closed for @zeleniarosi​ location: her living room time & date: sometime saturday evening, the 6th

    “you killed my best friend.” 

maybe startling a very temperamental witch with self-control issues and a penchant for magic, in her own home, was a stupid idea; in fact, roland was sure it was. sitting in her living room in the dark, like some sort of detective from a cheesy crime movie, glowering from one of her chairs upon her arrival. maybe it was that need for drama, that desire to make context cinematic, to make this all feel.. less real… that drove roland to be so theatrical. but also, he mourned jack.

    “were you going to tell me?” his second question came out as an accusation, moreso than the first. roland could almost understand, almost, though it only made him more guilty to be alive right now. and fearful, above all else. despite some whack prophecy about needing to protect him, sent from some dead ancestor, ro was pretty sure his name was next on the list. “or are you going to kill me, too?” 

it hadn’t been zelenia’s intention to come home so late, but she had been caught up with the other witches at gen’s house. when she got home, everything seemed normal. until she heard a voice come from the living room.  “ -- FUCK.” she exclaimed, the windows frosting over in a matter of minutes. “what the fuck is WRONG with you? sitting in the dark like a fucking gremlin.”

he wasn’t wrong. zelenia DID play a part in jack’s passing, she had even voted to use him to bring back luce -- but it wasn’t like she had plunged a knife into his back. “ -- a life for a life. he didn’t die for NOTHING.” she remarked with a scoff, arms crossed over her chest. did she feel bad? no. did she feel sorry for roland? more so then she WISHED. the temperature in the room was slowly, but steadily, DECREASING. 

the blonde sighed softly. “would you have WANTED me to tell you?” she asked him. “what would that have solved? would it have saved your feelings? it sure as hell wouldn’t have made you feel any BETTER. my best friend was dead, i get it. it hurts.” zelenia frowned at his words and shook her head. “ no. i’m not, and i’m NOT going to let the others kill you either. “ even though she knew, a few of them probably had good reason to. “like it or NOT, you’re not just under the witches protection, you’re under MINE. that includes from the others.”

then, the ice witch shrugged her shoulders and gestured outward with her hands. “what do you want me to say? I’M SORRY?” she asked, honestly. “ -- he was going to kill us, no matter what happened. hell, i can’t say for certain YOU won’t still try to kill us, can i?” seeing how enraged he was, she began to wonder.

[zeleniarosi]

lucrezia-venus​:

WHERE: Zelenia’s Home WHEN: June 5th, after the seance WHO: Closed for @zeleniarosi

Lucrezia felt fifty shade of disgusting. While the lustre of life may have brought color back to her cheeks and mobility to her body, she was still wearing the same dress she’d died in weeks prior.  Her hair was unwashed (and longer?) and her eyes were encircled in rotted away makeup. Despite where she’d come from, she felt entirely not herself.  After an initial greeting she’d found it hard to speak at all, following Zel to her home in uncharacteristic silence.  Now showered, she found the itch only slightly relieved.

“Sorry about that,” she approached steaming fresh from the shower, fitting herself awkwardly into a chair of Zel’s living room.  “Awkward silence, rancid smell, and, of course, dying. Please consider this my formal apology for all of the above.” She smiled but it was empty, sandwiched between a hopeless sigh. When she spoke again it was quieter, vulnerable. “It’s weird, isn’t it.”

zelenia couldn’t help but LAUGH softly as lucrezia apologized for, well .. everything. “You had DIED, luce, I didn’t really expect you to look a million bucks and NOT smell like absolute death.” she smiled at her friend. “ — plus, you don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault.” the ice beauty said with a sigh as she collapsed onto her plushy dark purple arm chair across from lucrezia. 

she nodded her head along to her words. it WAS weird. all of it. how luce’s body went from cold and limp to warm and alive. how it seemed so easily reversed, yet zelenia knew SO much better. it hadn’t been easy. “it is weird. you think we’d be USED to weird by now.” she said with a scoff and a playful eye roll. “ — yet, it doesn’t seem like we’re EVER going to be used to the weird that surrounds us now.”

[zeleniarosi]

jupitersari​:

   “….maybe,” ari nodded, but quickly followed it up with a shrug. mason was ever a constant source of self-doubt, but now more than ever, ari felt in danger by being near him. “he- he watches me, it is very strange, but peter says he is an intense kind of man. i do not know what that is supposed to mean, but… but he trusts him, and i have no reason to distrust peter-” despite the fact she was lying to him, every day, fading more as she fell harder into the chaos of the witches. her eyebrows rose at zelenia’s simple suggestion. “you are not afraid he will hurt you, again?” 

“INTENSE kind of man? that doesn’t exactly sound like a comforting statement,” the blonde remarked, unsure WHAT that was even supposed to mean. “ -- no, of course you don’t have a REASON to distrust peter, but it doesn’t mean his judgment is right either.” especially since the astral witch’s fiance was in the DARK about the drastic changes to her life. NOT that zelenia thought ariadne should tell peter about her magic but it meant peter didn’t really understand the feelings ari had. at ari’s question, the blonde scoffed and rolled her eyes, “AFRAID? of that jackass? as if,” she laughed softly, “i wasn’t afraid of him before i knew he was a hunter, let alone now. besides, he’s TIED up, what’s he gonna do? STARE us to death?”